Heat Of The Moment Novel Novels & Stories

Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

A moment later, they continued to kiss, and eventually, Edward was tempted and did what they both should never have done. **** Four Seasons Hotel. 78-82 Renshaw St, Liverpool L1 4EN, United Kingdom. Edward woke up from his sleep while massaging his heavy head. When he opened his eyes fully, he was surprised to find a beautiful woman sleeping soundly in his embrace. Edward closed his eyes again, trying to piece together the fragments of memories from last night. What made him end up with a woman this morning? "Darn it, you're still a virgin! We can't continue this game."

When she heard that he had been involved in an accident and she had seen him unconscious, she had felt that her heart had been torn into a thousand-piece, she couldn't help but stay by his side never wanting to leave his side until he woke up, she had felt more than happy when she finally saw him open his eyes. Earlier when he had thanked her for what she had done for him, although she felt happy that his voice wasn't cold and indifferent, she could not help but want that side of his, his indifference and coldness "had she fallen in love with that side of him?" She could not help but ask herself, she felt that she preferred his other side "was she mad?" She asked herself again, "how could sh

I whimper, “That’s what Annie called it.” My body is screaming at me to get closer to him; it needs to be near my mate. But I can hardly take two steps without wanting to fall from the heat that consumes me. It’s so intense I’m dizzy, and all I can focus on is this magnificent man in front of me. He breathes out slowly, “Do you know what heat is?” “Something that happens between mates,” I murmur, wishing he would cross the damn room and hold me. I plead, “Can you please come closer?”

So close I could feel the heat coming off his body. “Daniel…” I said softly, my voice lower than usual. He froze, a carton of milk still in his hands. I leaned in slightly, letting my breasts press against his arm. “I think it’s time we stop pretending you only come here to deliver groceries.” Daniel’s entire body went stiff beside me. The carton of milk was still in his hands, but he wasn’t moving. He was barely even breathing. I took the carton from him gently and placed it on the counter. Then I turned to face him, standing so close that my breasts were almost brushing against his chest.

“We’ve shared worse things than a bed.” My cheeks went hot. “That is a crazy sentence.” “It’s accurate.” I let out a small laugh and stood up instead of answering. My legs felt weak, but I still took one step toward him. Then another. His eyes followed me, dark and alert. I reached him and placed my fingers lightly against his waist, just above his belt. His body went still under my hand, completely still but I felt the heat of him through his shirt, felt how tightly he was holding himself back.

We were fully grinding against each other’s hands now, breaths heavy, the manuscript forgotten on the coffee table. Damien’s free hand tangled in my hair, pulling me into a rough kiss, tongues sliding hot and messy. He tasted like whiskey and pure want. My body reacted hard, hips bucking into his palm, pre-cum soaking through. Then everything went black. Power outage hit sudden, the room plunging into darkness except for the fireplace glow and occasional lightning flashes. The storm roared louder, wind howling around the estate. “Shit,” Damien muttered against my mouth, not pulling away. “Generator should kick in soon. But fuck, this feels right. Just us in the dark with the rain.”

Alex, holding a cup of tea on the porch, watched them with a peace she had once believed impossible. She had finally come home. And this time, so had Chester.... A slowly heating romance between Sande, and Daniel the famous billionaire Playboy was beginning to heat up. Will the romance turn out right between them or…?. Find out in book two of the series'.

He never was. My cheek burns in realization, and a strange warmth takes over my body. I never considered myself good enough for someone like Jacob. Could someone absolutely perfect like him, be interested in me? I look into his eyes to observe some vulnerability and hope altogether. As the last candle flame dies, we stay still, trying to read each other in darkness. Dim moonlight in his room from the window seems like a sign. So I lean in again. Not for a hug, but something else this time.