Who is that man?
Merrick, absorbed in thoughts of how he could get Tempest n***d, dragged his mind off her luscious, delectable self and onto what she had asked.
He is a thief taker.
Oh, that’s right, you told me about him. Wait, you’re stopping? Why?
Merrick realized just how close he was to taking her right there in the front seat, and gently pushed her back to her side of the car. “Because it’s still light out, and if I did all the things that you want me to do to you here, people would see. What were you saying about being kidn*pped?”
“Hmm? My lips feel like they should be bruised.” She touched her mouth, which just made him stare at her lips, wanting to taste them yet again. “Do they look bruised? You are an awesome kisser. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
“Stop tempting me. Who
