“You’d better run.” Nathan Connors growled as he pulled the vehicle to a halt in front of Carly’s house. He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him, but she had already jumped out of the truck and was running up the walkway. Her laughter trailed behind her, making him smile. That’s what she did for him. She made him smile, made him feel complete.
Grabbing his keys out of the ignition, he hurried after her. She already had her keys out and was unlocking the front door. God, she made him hot just standing there.
Carly Ames was five feet and three inches of pure temptation. Rounded in all the right places, her plain black skirt and white blouse hid a body that was made for sin. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting the sweet pink nipples that tipped her rather impressive breasts. He loved the way they hardened at his slightest touch. Her hips were wide, her ass a handful, and she made him hotter than a teenage boy with his first girl.
Glancing over her shoulder, she shot him a grin as she shoved the door open with her hand. When she saw him right behind her, it quickly widened into a genuine smile that was reflected in her blue eyes, which shone with happiness. She had light brown hair that was cut short for convenience as well as style, but it suited her round face and her small, tip-tilted nose to perfection.
She looked like an angel, but Nathan knew that beneath her angelic exterior lay a fiery temper and a wicked sense of humor.