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156 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 17, 2012
Favorite Quotes:
“If it isn’t little Mikaila Drummond.” The deep voice skittered over her skin and she shivered as goose bumps broke out in its wake.
“Yeah, but she isn’t so little anymore.” The second voice was just as deep but slightly rougher. Both conjured images of late nights, tangled sheets and sweaty bodies.
Jeez, of all the times for her libido to wake up.
Arousal burst out and flooded every part of her. Need and desire that had been missing in recent years were set free in an explosion of tingling sensation. Miki took a breath, tried to slow her pulse but only succeeded in filling her nostrils with the scent of hot male flesh. Her body softened, her knees shook and she struggled to form a coherent thought.
Where this wanton vixen came from she didn’t know, but she wanted to embrace her for one night.
He wanted to drive her to the edge before he took his own pleasure at the same time he let her have hers. Dayne continued to explore her back, each of them drawing moans of pleasure from her throat with their sensual assault. The little whimpers drove Grant’s arousal higher, had his own need yanking at his control.
Her bones felt like melted chocolate, all warm and soft. Every inch of her skin tingled and she had pins and needles in her fingers and toes. The throbbing ache in her breasts and groin were a constant reminder of the mind-numbing pleasure these two men had delivered. Again. She’d be lucky if they didn’t kill her. Actually, she’d be damn lucky to die at their hands.
For someone used to doing the nurturing, to have the tables turned, to be the receiver instead of the giver, was not only mind-blowing but devastating to the walls she’d built around herself.
[...] She’d let a man be important to her once before and look what that had gotten her. Nothing but heartache, and she didn’t think she could go through that again. No, she’d have to harden her heart, toughen up those walls and hope they held.
Her emotions were in turmoil. She ran the gamut from joy to terror, from calm to panic and every step in between. Miki knew she wasn’t being fair shutting them out in an attempt to gain control. Would she ever master the feelings swamping her? At the moment she didn’t think so. Everything was too raw with razor-sharp edges that sliced her to ribbons.