Chapter 17

• "Kaleb…?"
• Even the way she spoke his name, so huskily, so warily, was arousing. Too much so for Kaleb to be able to resist tasting her. Just one taste, he promised himself. One taste of her lips, with the feel of those slender curves pressed against his much harder ones, the crush of the softness of her breasts against his chest, her thighs against his, and then he would let her go… if she wanted him to.
• Sasha barely had time to do anything before his arms moved about her. He pulled her in tightly against the hardness of his body and his head lowered so that his mouth could claim hers.