Kezia could__e guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men smell so good you just wanted to lick the nearest inch of available skin.

You're very different from the man I pictured you to be."I smirk at her, amused. What, so she didn't think I'd be a fucker with a drinking problem who is obviously very much into casual sex and reckless driving on a classic bike? I arch an eyebrow at her and run a hand along my square jaw. "I hope you find me sexier.

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn__ want it to stop.Any of it.

When you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.

Her fingers clutched him now, and her body writhed with a frustration he knew all too well. He wanted her. Now. Here.

You know what?_ he whispered, out of breath, __ou__e about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.