She pulled at his shirt until it was off. "Damn." She sucked in a breath and ran her hands up his chiseled chest. "You live at the gym or something?""Physical health is extremely important." His eyes grew dark as he examined her matching panties that left little to his imagination."Fuck yeah, it is," Morgan agreed. She licked her lips as she counted his abs.

He knelt down beside her and caressed her cheek. The bruising had faded to an ugly green and even with it, she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "When you hurt, I hurt.

Nate was suddenly famished, and not for food. Seeing the look of bliss on her face and hearing her moan in pleasure had his blood pumping. He wanted to see her look like that again. He wanted to make her make those sounds. He swallowed hard and looked down at his food. He made himself eat and complimented her cooking, though he was too distracted by the throbbing in his pants to really taste it.

She switched the music from her party jam to slow country. Matt Stell's song, "I prayed for you" came on and she wondered if a man would ever love her like that.

He gave her one last slow kiss, before forcing himself out the door and into the night. Morgan locked the door and placed a hand over her wildly beating heart. "Exclusive." He didn't want anyone else. A smile took over her face...

You're even more perfect than I remember," Nate murmured against her lips. "It's been so long.

Well, yes, he knew how much I love you-"Isla slumped in his arms and wept. "That's not love, Alex. Please leave," she whispered against him."No," he softly replied.She jerked in his arms and pounded her fists into his chest. "Get out!""No!" He threw her over his shoulder and carted her inside.

I want you, Isla," he told her, showing no signs of restraint. "I want to take you right now against this car."She was about to agree, but he straightened her shirt and placed her on her feet. Yanking open the door, he practically shoved her onto the seat."But too many people here are coming and going, and I don't want them seeing parts of you, that only belong to me.

The man was a mystery; she didn't like mysteries.