Chapter 61

• Try as she might, Valerie couldn't summon the willpower to push Michael away, to reject the warm comfort and dizzying desire rapidly eclipsing all her earlier bravado. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column of her neck, each whisper of contact sending molten sparks licking beneath her skin.
• "Michael..." She finally managed his name in a tremulous whisper, not even certain if it was meant as protestation or beseeching encouragement.
• Her husband - no, this man was far more than just that simple definition - hummed against the thundering pulse point below her jaw in response. One calloused hand slid up to fist in her hair, angling her head for even deeper exploration while the other brazenly palmed the firm curve of her breast.