He kissed her…
There it was again: that whirlpool pulling her in, sweeping away all the doubts and fearsand sorrow, all her thoughts. Leaving in their place only
, pure and searing. He licked into her mouth with a hot, conquering tongue. Artemis stood on tiptoe, trying to get closer to him, spreadingher fingers wide against the silk of his banyan. If she could, she would’ve crawled right into him,made a home for herself in his broad, strong chest, and never emerged again.
she wanted this man, despite his wretched title, his money, his land, his history, andall his myriad obligations. Maximus. Just Maximus. She’d take him bare naked if she could—and bethe gladder for it.He pulled back, his chest heaving, and looked at her angrily. “Don’t start something you mean tostop.”She met his gaze squarely. “I don’t mean to stop.”“Hoyt’s writing is almost too good to be true.”
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