“Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and shewanted to both touch and nibble.And lick. Could she pretty please lick?”

“You’ve read your press, right? You know they call you a hard-ass.” She lifted her hand and touched his face. “But they’re wrong.” She pressed her face to his throat and inhaled him...”

“Boner," Peanut said."Oh no," Jade said to the parrot. "No, no, no...you can't say-"Boner""Oh G-d" Jade panicked. "Peanut-""Pretty bird," Dell broke in, smiling at the parrot and speaking low and soft. "Such a pretty girl, Peanut."Peanut preened under his admiring tone. "Pretty Peanut.”

“I don’t want to scare the guests with a big old guard dog,” Tara protested.“Safety is far more important than worrying about what anyone else thinks,” Sawyer told her.“You’re right, of course.” Tara looked at her sisters. “We’ll think about both an alarm and a dog.”“We can borrow Izzy from Jax,” Maddie said.“Sure,” Tara said. “And she can lick the next bad guy to death.”

“Does he even see us?" she whispered.As she spoke, the bear slowly tipped his big, furry head back, lazily studying Amy and Matt from his upside down perch.Yeah, he saw them. Reacting instinctively, she turned and burrowed right into Matt. "If you laugh at me," she warned as his warm, strong arms closed around her. "I'll kill you."He didn't laugh or mock her. For once, he was unsmiling, his jaw dark with stubble, eyes hidden behind his reflective Oakleys. "No worries, Tough Girl," he said, his warm, strong arms closing around her. "And anyway, I'm hard to kill.”

“He didn't see anything."She rolled to her feet. "I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life!""Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring.""I don't--" She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard."Dammit!" She clapped her hands over them. "It's like they're broken!”

“She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand."All I have left is my pants," he said."Yes, please.""It's cold, Chloe."She tilted her head. "Are you worried about shrinkage?"Well, he was now.-Chloe and Sawyer”