Nothing so incredible had ever existed, not ever.
“Wyatt.” A shaky whisper, an urgency. A man threatening to take her hostage with a trace of kisses down her neck and the utter possession of her body.
His eyes met hers, and she lived her entire life in that moment. Vaguely aware she’d blown the concept of a fling all to hell, she wrapped herself around him and held on while he took them both over the edge, careening, to a place she couldn’t have dreamed existed—a place of belonging, one she had no business finding in his arms.
RUN TO YOU | romantic suspense
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