If you’d told me a month ago that I’d be reunited with Van Palmer, I’d have called you crazy. If you’d told me a month ago that I’d go to sleep with his smell and taste on my lips, I’d tell you to get your head checked. If you’d told me a month ago that I’d fall in love with him…
For as long as I could remember, Van Palmer was a jerk. A cocky, arrogant, womanizing jerk who spent most of his time skirting the law, and tearing up the road with his Harley.
A jerk with a killer body, an irresistible face, and a wicked smile.
A jerk whose strong arms pulled me into his bed.
Who made me beg.
Who made me scream.
… He was my biggest mistake I’d ever made.
But I’d be lying if he wasn’t the best damn mistake of my life.
Everything about her screamed that she was off-limits.
She’s nothing like other women in my bed—whose names I’d never remember.
She’s too innocent to just defile. Too good to just ruin.
Too off limits to forget.
She leaves me so hard that I ache for release.
And when I see her curves sway with every step…
When I get a splash of her scent.
All I can think about is how I’ll make her lose control.
How I’ll make her mine.