PUZZLE OF MY HEART
“Good.”
James’s hand was gentle under her chin as he lifted her mouth to his and immediately her lips opened at his probing. The fire which was just waiting to ignite every time they touched, blazed into being and he moved his body slightly, pressing her against the worktop so he could feel every soft curve, every contour. Her hands slid up around his neck as she returned the need to be close.
“My darling, you’re so beautiful, inside and out,” he murmured throatily. “Warm, soft, intoxicating. For weeks I haven’t been able to sleep properly for thoughts of you in my arms.”
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