Elusive Relations (Valor and Doyle Mysteries, #2)

by Nicky James

Aslan leaned over the console. In one fluid movement, his hand found its way to my nape and drew me in for a kiss, stopping the string of excuses. It was tender and painfully sweet. It didn’t scream I want to lay you out and fuck you senseless. Instead, it whispered I want to savor you, memorize you, and imprint your lips and taste onto my soul.