Why is it”—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—“that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?” A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. “Because I'm a smart man.
Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.
Some things were worth the dance with danger.
What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.
There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.
Sometimes he hated that voice in his brain, the one that slapped him upside the head anytime he got too stupid. Funny, it happened a lot with Sienna.