They moved to , California, where she attended high school.
She was at her physical limit.
Alexi put the sword down, breathing hard but grinning.
At least Sinclair was a rotten lover—either that, or was he holding his passion in check.
Amanda feinted, thrust and sliced off the rest of his shirt buttons.
He might not want her with his fine intellectual mind on a fine sailing night, but oh ho, just now, she had provoked him so thoroughly that he wanted her right there, right then.