Twisted Temptation
Emma gasped against him, but her hands were already clutching his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.
The taste of him—dark, clean, like whiskey and rain—burned down her throat as his tongue pushed deep, claiming her mouth with a force that left her trembling.
Her robe slipped off one shoulder, and Daniel didn’t hesitate. His hand slid inside, gripping her bare waist, hot and possessive. He pulled her flush against the hardness straining beneath his trousers, and she moaned, low and guttural, the sound vibrating against his lips.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled, breaking the kiss only to drag his mouth down her neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would brand he