Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)

by Kristen Proby

He tenderly cups my face in his hands and slows the kiss, pulling back so he can look into my eyes, and I see the love reflected back to me. It makes me glow inside, and it makes me want to run as fast as I can in the other direction.

I can’t believe that I had to wait twenty-five years for a man to truly make sweet, tender love to me. Well, almost twenty-six years as of Saturday.