Home for the Summer
Excerpt:
His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder, his
tongue and teeth moving across the heated skin, and I moan. “You should have
crawled into bed with me this morning. I’m through waiting,” Low and raspy and
heavy with sex, his accent, usually lyrical, is a growl. Shivers cascade down
my spine.
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