Beneath the Hood (Sugarlake, #3)

by Emily McIntire

“I love your mouth.” His thumb brushes over my lips, his touch lingering until I’m sure he can feel the heat of my skin blooming underneath his fingers. “Every time you speak, the world quiets so I can listen.”

love your heart,” he whispers. “I would spend the rest of my life worshiping at your feet so long as I got to experience every beat.”