Quote by Pamela Clare
““I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him." She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.””
““I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him." She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.””