Adrienne Giordano

“After slipping the condom on, he rolled on top of her, shoved her hair out of her face and held it while he got lost in those sea green eyes that, in a darkened room, shined bright.He wanted her. And it wasn’t just the sex. He wanted the whole nutty package.”

“Peter heard the lock tumble. She must have turned it with her free hand, because the door opened and the inside light she’d left on washed over them.Izzy threw her arms around his neck, pressed against him and slammed her tongue into his mouth. Demanding and hot. His breath caught and he couldn’t release it. Thank you, Jesus. He’d never known anything better than this kiss.”

“(Isabelle) “You can do whatever you’d like at my house.”He raised his eyebrows and grinned.“Within reason,” she added. “If I find you in my bed with a woman, you’re a dead man.”He grinned bigger.Her stomach knotted. “Did I say that?”He continued to grin.She had said it. Must be the fatigue. Three hours of sleep didn’t cut it.He stepped closer. Oh, boy.“Izzy, the only woman I want in that bed is you.”