Chapter one:
He brushes his lips over mine. His touch is soft, inviting rather than taking.
Hot sparks of excitement crackle over me. Even my fingertips are tingling.
I open my mouth and flick my tongue over his lips. I want to know if I'm right about him tasting like whiskey. But he's so much headier. More addictive.
He feels like the hottest dream and sweetest endearment. There's a breath taking confidence in the way he meets my tongue, slips into his mouth. My heart is racing like I'm dancing hard, sweat filming over my heated skin. His breath fans over me, and I fit our bodies closer, wanting more... needing more.
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Knocking up the Bride.
RomanceWhen the hottest woman I ever slept with leaves me fifty bucks and sneaks out of my bed, I'm completely stunned and left feeling a little dirty. Must men might let it go. But I'm not most men. This woman has left her mark and I have to track her do...
