REWRITE THE STARS
“For the first time in my life, I found myself wanting a woman even more after I had her in my king-size bed. Usually, there was no the day after with other women. But with you…”
Gabriel bent his head toward her. Calleigh couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe… Couldn’t think. His voice was like champagne. With every word, Gabriel was getting her drunk with desire…
“The more I had of you, mi cielo (Spanish for ‘sweetheart’),” he whispered near her ear, sending her chills up and down her spine, “the more I wanted you, your body, everything related to you. I was under your spell… Like I am now. Like I’ll always be.”