Tsitaadid raamatust «Body Check»

hockey player? “Stop looking at me like that.” Hayden glared. “Like what?” Brody said, blinking innocently. “Like you’re imagining me naked.” “I can’t help it. I am imagining you naked.” His eyes darkened to a glitter, and liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She tried not to squeeze her legs together. “I told you this morning I wanted to leave things at one night,” she protested. He moved closer, his