He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

That’s one hell of a beautiful dream, Z. I hope I’m around to see it realized.

From the moment you walked through my front door, I was half in love with you.

You’re coming back to me,” Lana affirmed with a steadiness that didn’t reflect in those eyes, the shade of sunlit meadows.

Electricity sparked between them at the touch, and she savored the way he made her yearn. How the crush of their lips together inspired revelations.

She’d always been trash at summoning words to communicate what she felt, but they’d never needed words to speak. Their bodies spoke the truths their voices never could.

Raven moaned at the sensations ripping through her, like the first splash of color on a monochrome canvas.