She could scent his lust, the rich, dark scent of it wrapping around her, and it was better than any triple-dipped cashew chocolates.

He leaned over, kissing her again. “Tonight needs to get here faster,” he growled against her mouth.

He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire long life…

You could never be a weakness,” he growled. Ever. She could only ever be his everything.

He was going to make this right. And then he was going to make her his.

You can’t just say stuff like that… We’re friends.""...I think we both know that’s not true. We’re more than friends… Or I hope we will be.

Don’t waste your life letting fear eat you up inside.

I can do slow and soft.” He lowered his voice as he leaned closer. “And fast and hard, or a mix of the two. Whatever you want, Ana.

The man was pure sin in the flesh. All hard muscles just begging to be touched.