His mouth closed around hers, sharing the same breath as he deepened the kiss. The heat of his hand closed over her thong, and she pushed into his touch. Every nerve ending in her body seemed concentrated right down there, craving more of him.
His expert fingers slid past her thong and into her slick folds. He broke the kiss to whisper against her cheek. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”
A mewling sound escaped from her throat as she arched against him. His thumb thrummed against the heat of her body. She could have sworn lights exploded in her brain. “More,” she wanted to beg, but the sound emerged as a pleading whimper. She almost sobbed with relief when his other hand tugged down on the collar of her body-hugging nylon dress to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened in his hand, so aroused it almost hurt.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “Come for me, baby. I want to see you fall apart in my hand.” He pulled his finger out of her and plunged two in. He knew where and how to touch her; he had known for years. She arched sharply as he stroked the spot that overloaded her senses and sent her plummeting over the edge, screaming and burning as she fell. His mouth closed over hers as she had always known he would, swallowing her cry of ecstasy.
Drained by pleasure, she lay unmoving in his embrace, content to wait until her heartbeat settled into its normal rhythm. His chest rumbled with low laughter. “You couldn’t wait.”
“No, I couldn’t.”
A moment passed in silence, and Jon broke it with a quiet question. “Will we ever actually have sex?”
A cold fist seemed to close around her heart as he voiced the question he had asked more than once, the question she always dreaded hearing from him. When will we actually make love? She forced the answer through the lump in her throat. “We are.”
“You know what I mean. I want to be in you.”
“I’m not…I can’t.”
“Why not? Do you love me?”
“You know I do. More than anything.”
“Then why won’t you? You’ll do practically anything, including go down on me in the car, in public, but you won’t let me come in you. You’ll rush me into coming just to avoid the possibility that I might find the time to enter you.”
Anjali flushed. “I just want to make sure you come.”
“I will, but I want to come in you. I can use protection, and I know you’re on the pill. You won’t get pregnant.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“Then what could it possibly be?”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand. It’s complicated. It’s different where I come from.”
His narrowed eyes glittered with frustration even in the dim light of the car. “And where is that? London?”
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Love Letters
ADORED
I ended up dating an escort, but it didn’t happen the way you’d think…
I don’t have the time to find Mr. Right…but when a sexy male escort walks into my volunteer clinic for his annual checkup, I’m tempted into accepting his invitation…without realizing all the emotional baggage that comes with it.
Rowan Forrester might have model-gorgeous looks, but his single-minded attentiveness that boosts my shaky confidence. I know better than to believe his interest is genuine, but his easy sincerity is irresistible.
Too bad this fantasy can’t last. After all, he’s an escort. And when the truth of his past finally catches up with him…with us…it risks destroying our love, and any hope of a future together. What will it take for us to battle this storm together…and still come out all right on the other side?
BETRAYED
I can turn every man’s head…except his.
I command attention on the haute couture catwalks of Milan, Paris, and New York, but whenever I’m face-to-face with Drew Jackson, I feel like a gawky thirteen-year-old again—in love with a superstar who will never see me as anything more than his younger brother’s ex-girlfriend.
I tell myself Drew’s no longer a superstar. A long-ago car accident shattered his knee and destroyed his football career. What is he compared to the celebrities who whirl me through one-night stands or Tyler, the brilliant and witty social media maverick who is determined to win my love?
Drew’s just…Drew. All logic and rationality aside, I want him.
When betrayal knocks me off my supermodel pedestal, it’s a long way to the bottom. Will my tenuous friendship with Drew survive my career, my fame, and the rocky transition to love?
CRUSHED
I need a hero…but not him.
Losing my job wouldn’t have fazed me.
Losing my brother and then my job almost broke me. I’m down to my last hundred dollars and ready to accept help in any shape or form when Cody turns up on my doorstep with a job offer. And not just any job offer.
My dream job.
I can’t accept. I’m not that desperate.
Because I know Cody.
He’s the daredevil black sheep of the esteemed Hart clan, and should never have made it to his twenty-fifth birthday. What he probably hadn’t counted on, though, was his best friend dying instead of him.
His best friend. My brother.
I’m out of options, but nothing on Earth could possibly entice me into the arms of the man who killed my brother.
DESIRED
I want a divorce. And I don’t know why.
“The Plan” we made twenty years ago as naive seventeen-year-olds is on track. Married. House with a white picket fence. Two matching BMWs. Two kids. And Gabriel is on track to becoming a partner in his law firm.
How can one have everything and still need something more…something different? How do I tell the man I married that he’s practically a stranger to me now?
“The Plan” is about to go completely off track. Far worse, I’m not sure if it’s his fault…or mine.
ENSNARED
They were named for the archangels. They should have come with warning labels.
The two Falconer
