romantic-suspense

His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn__ be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth. __ want to take you in my arms, to kiss you long and hard, to touch you like you__e never been touched, to give you the pleasure I feel running in your veins.

And now she must continue the day as if the strange dream hadn__ picked up her life and shaken it upside down like a snow globe, dislodging everything that wasn__ glued down."The Dream Jumper's Promise

I only have secrets that keep you safe, Darlin

The marine underworld stretched below the ship and embodied many secrets. The disappearance of Olga had become one of the mysteries that would remain with Stefania and her family. The disappearance of her baby sister and sudden departure from her home had taught the ten-year-old that life was filled with uncertainties. But she was willing to forget that for a little while.She jumped down from the barrel and headed toward Liam, Felix, and the other shipmates. They would sing shanties and talk of the constellations, the sea, its creatures, and the legends. It would get her through another night.La Suerte was the only stability for her passengers with the infinite unknown all around them. The waters of the sea, the world below the surface, and the sky that stretched beyond the horizon was a representation of the limitless possibilities and dangers awaiting those aboard.

He moved to her other breast, then lower, lower... She rolled her hips insistently when he settled between her open legs, crouched like a predator about to devour his prey.

The last time he'd walked through a woman's dreams, she'd almost killed him.

After every date we're going to end up in bed together. You might as well save on rent." Her lips curled up at the corners as she fought a smile. "That's so romantic. I don't know how to argue with that.

Twenty years ago, two of the CIA's best double-agents had been murdered in their own home on Christmas Eve. The husband had been killed first, and the wife had been raped repeatedly before she'd been beaten to death. The two children were never found.

Her abdomen clenched as he thrust hard once, filling her completely. Surprising her, he didn't start thrusting, but remained still inside her as he continued kissing her. She could kiss the sexy man for hours, be consumed by the taste and feel of him. "Move, damn it," she gasped. She was aware the demand sounded a lot like begging. She was beyond caring. She needed more, more, more.

She wanted to ride him, to feel all that strength pulsing beneath her, but the most primitive part of her brain knew that this first time, he was going to be on top. A man like Declan was dominant to his core.

You__e not his,_ Bryan said firmly. __ry, I don__ know whose I am anymore.

Will you do me a favor?" Declan asked. If he looked at her with those dark, intoxicating eyes, she was likely to do anything he asked. "Maybe." "Any more dreams you have, no matter how small, will you tell me about them?" "Even the ones that star you?" The almost flirty quiestion slipped out before she could stop herself. A slow grin spread across his fallen-angel face. The man just looked as if he wanted to do wicked things -- and she'd let him. "Especially those.

No touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.

I can't watch you die tonight.

No one fucks with the Lazos brothers.

Because I__ attracted to you. Because you__e the poster child for contradictions and I enjoy each one of them. You__e funny when you__e being so damn serious. You have a kind heart and protective nature that reminds me so much of my father.

I don__ need a ritual to tell me we have a biological connection, or that the gods have already decided we complement each other. Even with that, Sanura, we have our own free will. If we decide to begin a relationship, I want it to be because we want to be together, not because biology or the gods say we should be together.

She covered his hand with hers over her abdomen. His was so much bigger than hers and had probably fired guns, rifles, and god knew what else, but right here, right now, his tenderness broke down her will as sure as any grenade.