Copyright 2018. Nancy Corrigan. All rights reserved. The notebook she loosely held was taken from her hands. On a gasp, she jerked up. Jack’s firm hand settled on her shoulder. His mouth moved. The music blaring from her headphones drowned out his words. She tugged off the headphones and killed […]
The woman’s heavily accented voice wrapped around him and tightened his body. He couldn’t place where she was from, but the rich cadence sounded both rough and sensual. A quick glance showed a pair of open-toed, high-heeled shoes on either side of his hips. Pink nail polish covered the nails of delicate toes he had the sudden urge to nibble on. He let his gaze travel higher. Lightly tanned skin stretched over muscled calves he wouldn’t mind licking either.