Tonya Burrows

I don__ do gentle, Mara,_ he felt compelled to warn even as he worked his way down from her lips, over her chin, to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the frantic beat of her pulse and reveled in the delicate shudder that shook her body. __o if that__ how you think this is going to go, back out now.

Men like him, the kind of guys who left the womb fighting? They didn__ get fairy-tale endings. They burned bright until they burned out__nd he was burning out.

Christ, she was like his own personal drug, and he__ been jonesing for more of her since November. And now that he__ had her again, he didn__ know if he__ ever be able to quit her. Yeah. He was in trouble.