A hot mess

They both gasped for air as they pulled away from each other. Sullivan, ever cautious, made sure not to press too hard against her back, mindful of the wounds she still bore.

He had never imagined a woman could captivate him in such a way, but Dahlia stirred emotions within him that he had never experienced before—emotions he couldn't deny.

Slowly, he slid down the straps of her nightdress, revealing the graceful curves that had been concealed beneath the delicate white camisole she wore.

Dahlia looked at him, wide-eyed with disbelief, as the tension between them transformed from a challenge into a heated current of desire.

His lips grazed her collarbone, trailing soft kisses down her skin, while his hand traveled to her legs, sliding up her thigh. She shuddered at the cool touch of his fingers as they ventured higher, toward the spot where her body burned with need for him.