It was better to talk, which would be a helluva lot easier if he would just talk back a little. Damn it, it was like pulling a teeth to get him to say anything.
Like right now. He'd gone completely silent on her again, leaving the ball in her court, where the ball had been for the last half an hour.
Stichwörter: nikki-mckinney
There was a lesson in here somewhere, he was sure. Or maybe he'd offended some ancient, pre-Columbian god while he'd been in South America -because this was a test.
Tara JanzenStichwörter: christian-hawkins
Do you still have Ms. Dekker?"
Have her, had her, going to have her again-at least he'd planned on it until the troops had arrived.
Stichwörter: christian-hawkins
How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.
Tara JanzenStichwörter: christian-hawkins
Hawkins's plan to be more careful was starting to include things like "carefully brushing her off," and "carefully take her home," where he could "carefully kiss her mouth" and "carefully take her clothes off.
Tara JanzenStichwörter: christian-hawkins
She was in love. In love with the same man she'd always been in love with-God save her.
Tara JanzenStichwörter: katya-dekker
That meant Ms. Starkova was his. He'd found her; he'd tailed her; and he'd saved her from Reinhard Klein. By jungle law, even the urban jungle, that made her his.
Tara JanzenStichwörter: creed-rivera
Don't you want to be neighbors?"
"No." he said. "I want to be lovers. Sleep-together lovers. Wake-up together lovers. One bed."
Oh, God, she was going to fall in love. She could feel it happening.
Stichwörter: creed-rivera
You’re staring at my ass.”
“Yes, I am.” It’s what he did in the mornings, when she woke up and spent the first hour lying around in bed.
Stichwörter: romance romantic-suspense
We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
“No, we don’t.” He liked meeting like this, over her bare ass, a hot-off-the-presses copy of the Rocky Mountain News, and a steaming cup of coffee. It was so perfect, he planned on doing it every day for the rest of his life. He just hadn’t told her yet.
Stichwörter: romance romantic-suspense
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