Alexei met Stanislav’s gaze. “I like her.” He smiled. “I like her more.

Bastien passed him the duffel. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”Cliff looped the strap over his shoulder. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”“Hmm. Good point. Have fun then.

When Emma opened the front door and stepped out onto her porch, the look of baffled astonishment on her face made him grin. “Hi, beautiful,” he called, buck naked in the moonlight.Mouth hanging open, she shook her head. “What… is happening? Are the voices telling you to streak now?” she asked incredulously.Cliff burst out laughing.

Seth ditched his pants. Her eyes widened. “Don’t say it,” he warned as he knelt on the edge of the bed. “Don’t say what?” she asked, still staring at the hard length that strained toward her. Grasping her delicate ankles, he eased her legs apart. “Big hands, big feet…” Her lips twitched as she met his gaze. “Fine. I’ll just think it.

Is it okay if I call you Stan?” “Well,” he drawled, trying to sound less than enthusiastic, “I guess so. I mean, I’d prefer that you call me Stud Muffin. But Stan will do.

I should definitely sleep in another room.” “No,” she stated firmly. Before she could change her mind, she crossed to the bed, slipped beneath the covers, then looked at him expectantly. “Where is Jax?” he asked, unmoving. “Downstairs. He liked to sit on the ottoman at night and watch out the back window for raccoons and opossums. Why?” “He’s the only chaperone available to us.

You’re even more beautiful when kissed the sun.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I would much rather be kissed by you.

You're a rare breed, Richard d'Alencon."She didn't know the half of it.Unable to resist, he dipped his head and touched his lips to hers in a gentle caress.Her breath caught.Lightning struck.

Don't fear me, Jenna."Amusement lit her features. "It's kind of hard to be afraid of a vampire who apologizes for using harsh language in front of a lady.""I'm not a vampire.""And I'm not a lady.