![]() He longed to taste and feel her desire, her need for him and him alone. Instead of a tender, closed-mouth kiss, he forced her lips apart and probed with his tongue. The sweet gesture to show her he would sympathize with her whether she liked it or not became a fierce need to make her want him. He kissed her, as he seemed to do more often than he cared to acknowledge, and stalled the angry reply.Įven as his lips brushed against her soft ones, he thought of her kissing another, and his pulse beat faster. He knew she intended to spew it back out on him in a flurry of irate words, but he stole it from her first. He couldn’t help smiling again, which would only serve to further infuriate her. The green eyes squinted smaller, and her jaws tightened under the heels of his hands. Already her cheeks were turning that angry pink he so enjoyed. She’d be pissed off now because he felt sorry for her. I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, right before she narrowed them on him. She never rested when she went to California, and here he’d been begrudging her the best diversion she had from those nightmares. “I was in by ten.” Was she hiding something? “I just didn’t…rest well.” ![]() She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. Trusting the anonymity algorithms Fantasy Mountain advertises, Emily treats herself to Blind Date weekend at the upscale sex resort. BLURB: What happens at Fantasy Mountain stays at Fantasy Mountainexcept when it doesn’t. ![]() “If you weren’t out drinking and cavorting with rakes all night, you’d not be so tired, miss,” he teased softly. Out Now Liaison Liability, Book 3 of the Fantasies, Inc. He cradled Vic’s face in his hands, tracing dark circles under her eyes with his thumbs. ![]()
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