We stopped pretending to dance, barely swaying in rhythm, too busy molding our bodies together. His hard planes fit against my plentiful curves. The sweetness of it all took my breath away…
Barbara Johnson dreaded going home. Ocean Crest only held painful memories. She didn't want the revenge she was about to get.
The last thing Ryder Bishop expected was to fall for the enemy. Could he claim her without betraying his own?
Were they both flirting with disaster?