Emma

Two words—you’re perfect.

My sore knees and strained jaw disappeared. I could bask in the shine of Rett’s brown eyes for longer than I cared to admit. Before I could give that startling new realization much thought, my feet left the floor. Cradled in Rett’s strong arms, he carried me to the large bed, threw back the blankets and laid me on the sheets.

I’d never seen a bed as massive as the one in his suite.

If I ...