We can do slow and sweet later. I want you fast and rough, and I've been begging for a while now." She hooked a leg around his, bringing their bodies together as close as possible. "If you missed the memo, buddy, I've been trying to get you inside me half the day." With a low groan, he picked her up and lowered her to the bed, his mouth and tongue setting up a rhythm to match the fingers he slid inside her. "Not that, " she said. "You. Now.""Bossy Cajun woman." He gave her a tousle-haired, lopsided grin as he rolled into the cradle of her thighs, positioning himself at her 'entrance.. Susannah Sandlin
When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?
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Maya Banks
You’re stuck with me.” She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.
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Kaylea Cross
It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.
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Maya Banks
You love me, ” he said. “That’s all I need to know.” “You always say the right thing, ” Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. “Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get...
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Suzanne Brockmann
Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t.
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Bella Forrest
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