LOGINThe awe-filled look in his eyes and conviction in his voice make me believe him. I think this man could make me feel sexy in one of those god-awful giant hot dog costumes. Feeling extra confident now, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall away. Leo sucks in a breath, his eyes flashi
** Poppy’s POV **Leo’s mouth crashes back against mine, and this time there’s nothing restrained about it. No hesitation, no careful distance, just heat.His hand slides from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he deepens the kiss, pulling me fully against him. I gasp soft
“Yes.”Leo leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving mine.“I’m going to need you to say it, Poppy. I need you to be very clear about what it is that you want, because I can’t mess this up again,” he says, his voice low. He leans back in his seat; releasing my wrist to put a little distance be
** Poppy’s POV **After spending the morning with Paige and the kids, we leave to give them some space to adapt to their new family dynamics. We stroll into town, taking our time to just be around each other without the pressure of being in a confined space. I love the cabin, I do, but there are no
Bastian sees it, probably even feels it. His expression darkens slightly.“You’re feeling it too, aren’t you?” I ask.“Yes.”We don’t speak for a moment. Because now we both know that whatever this is, it’s not just me.“Where is it coming from?” he asks quietly.I hesitate because I know the answer
** Alaric’s POV **I’m not thinking about her. That’s the first lie. The second is that I’ve stopped checking my phone.I don’t pick it up this time. Don’t look at the screen; don’t open the message thread that hasn’t changed in hours. Instead, I stand at the window, watching the treeline as if it’s
I can’t speak. My mouth is dry, my brain short-circuited by the images Callen’s words just painted across the inside of my skull. I should be furious with him. Embarrassed and offended. But I’m not. I’m burning. Heat runs down my spine, blooming between my legs, pulsing with every erratic beat o
** Paige’s POV ** “I like it here, mummy,” Jax murmurs, smiling up at me with sleepy eyes as I gently stroke his hair. I return his smile, but I don’t respond. I’ve learned that this is his moment, these quiet few minutes just before sleep, when his thoughts tumble out. If I say too much,
His eyes flick away, jaw tightening. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” I demand. “Because if you’re going to tell me to go and leave my son behind again, it’s never going to happen. There is nothing that would ever make me leave him.” He doesn’t speak, and that silence makes me a
“You okay, Rem?” I ask in the mind link. “Leave me alone,” he snaps. “Okay, but if you need me, just shout.” The door opens a few seconds later and Callen steps out. He’s wearing shorts now, and he places three bottles of beer on the table before he flops down into the chair with a sigh. He







