Chapter 145

• The responsibility of bearing that name, the reality of being the woman Darian would respect and know and want...it sent shivers down her spine.
• The usual white dress shirt he wore was unbuttoned, showing dark olive skin. His cuffs, folded back, displayed his muscled forearms, to the veins extending from his wrist and down... The sight of those powerful thighs, encased in tight blue jeans, made her remember how hard and corded they had been against her own. Made her wonder how they would cradle her if she...
• Heat, that had nothing to do with her running, pooled under her skin. The stretchy fabric of her Lycra top rasped against her nipples; the soft hem of her shorts rubbed against her inner thighs...