Why are you kissing me? she squeaked out breathlessly.God, how can I not? He ran his hands up and down her arms. I think youre made for me to kiss. I need to kiss you. You need to be kissed, he said firmly, as if hed reached some decision that brooked no debate. This did not sound like the smooth-talking and self-possessed charmer of his reputation.
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About Catherine LaRoche, Master of Love
Catherine LaRoche, Master of Love.