Every Promise Broken (Copper Lake #5)

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Conrad Strauss

M y mind blanks as pillow-soft lips mold to mine and his fingers come up to the buttons on the front of my flannel shirt. Whit kisses me with fervor. With a desperation that’s potent. It’s dripping off his tongue with every swipe against mine. With each button undone, he leans farther into me until it’s wide open and he’s shoving it off my shoulders. The soft whoosh of the material hitting the floor is deafening in the otherwise quiet room.

Whit pulls back, peering up at me from beneath his tear-soaked lashes, and the sight has my chest tightening. Taking off his glasses, he folds them up and places them on the desk behind me before tugging his shirt over his head, letting it drop beside mine on the floor. The sight of his smooth skin takes my breath away. His taut, dusty rose nipples, and how I can practically feel the stiffness of them against my tongue, even though it’s been years. The way his skin is so fair I can see the blue veins running along his arms. And the dark smattering of hair that starts at the bottom of his navel and disappears below his low-slung slacks, taunting me.