Willow

Ronan’s lips crashed on hers and Willow ran her hands down his sculpted chest. Her fingers slid into the grooves of his muscles, moving effortlessly across his damp skin. She moved her hands down to his thighs.

Grunting, Ronan grabbed the back of her head. He forcefully, pulled her head back so she had to look into his face. The silver light in his eyes had dulled but Willow could see the ravenous hunger in his eyes. Her stomach fluttered and she bit her lower lip. ...