Hold on to the Nights

“So then, what are ye looking for?”

“Maybe I’m looking for a man to …master me.” Her voice was laced with naughty suggestion, and Graeme’s body responded instantly to the implicit promise in her tone, even as his brain tried to comprehend that Lara—his sweet, innocent Lara—was actually propositioning him.

He devoured her with his eyes, noting every detail about her. The passing years had been more than generous to her. She was the same, yet different. Gone was the self-conscious, conservative girl he’d known. In her place was a curvy woman whose lush body completely blew him away.

Five years ago, her breasts would have fitted neatly into the palms of his hands; now they threatened to spill out of the insubstantial top. The creamy skin that swelled above the gold-embossed cups mesmerized him, made him want to pull the top down and explore the perfect, rosy tips he knew were hidden beneath. Her waist was narrow, and his gaze devoured the feminine curve of her belly above the metal bikini.

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