From Cupid's Arrow
- Emma’s throaty laugh sounded deep and sensual.
- “Believe me, it’s not your technique, detective.”
- Her hands released the death grip she had on the robe, slipping inside to touch his bare chest.
- “I can’t get what you look like in my robe out of my head.”
- She lightly raked her nails across his nipples, getting the response she wanted when his big body shuddered.
- Mike pulled back, his eyes smoldering with desire, “Then maybe it’s time to take it off.”