Second Life, Second Love: Married To My Savior

oment her palm met the solid ridge of Theo's mus

erfect, and her fingers lingere

her luck, his larger palm

and rough, the huskiness curling through

rippled through her, se

his arm tightened around her wa

neck, her face brushing against his throat, the c

see his gaze drop to her. His words came slow and

ath caught, e

ad always known-the distant, untouch

ed to Vernon instead. "This is your final warning," he said, his tone li

a into his arms and carried her straight to

y, dust whipped up and sprayed across Vernon'

ed on the retreating vehicle,

it make? Theo couldn't produce an heir. Sooner or later, Verno

brina's waist, holding her firmly on his lap, making

brushing against her ear like vel

her head, studying his chiseled features

eded to close the gap between them, to strengthen

playful and teasing. "Take me to buy c

se. His gaze never left her as he leaned forward sligh

Her fingers toyed with the silk of his tie as she loo

f nightgowns do you prefer? Since we're getting married, shou

est furrow breaking his calm co

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and she worried she had crossed a line. She was about to backtrack, but his voice came stea

e racing. A man usually so controlled letting such

ked onto hers, so intent that heat flushe

long and perfectly sculpted, the tips a healthy pink that stood out against the dark fabric of his

ing glimpse of his sharp collarbone-an unintent

almost teasing. "Want me

y off guard. Her words stumbled o

isarming. "Didn't I make myself clear? If the

r mind flashing back to his earlier words abo

ie at all. He was daring her