Donovan (Book 3)
I arch up into his broad chest, moaning in contact with body heat against my own.
It's strange.
I told myself I would keep my distance. Keep me away from him before I regret things, but things happen rapidly. And now, we are kissing. Don's kiss is not all the same as Eddie, but one steep in a passion that ignites. Our kiss tells me how much he wanted me as I to him. I pull away to take a breather before I lose my mind.
He pulls me back with fierce, passionate, and demanding, "Claire," he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if you savor them.
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