Excerpt from Forgotten
Kelsea closed her eyes for a second, then took a step toward him. Her gaze met his, and the realization of what she meant finally sunk in.
His pulse kicked up and his heart pounded. His cock rose as his gaze dipped down to appreciate the curves he was finally allowed to look at.
When she was close enough that he had to meet her gaze, she stared up at him with vulnerability and desire painted all over her face. She thought he was going to turn her down. The knowledge nearly knocked him on his ass. How could any man say no to her? She was beautiful, sexy, and every fantasy he’d ever had come to life. Any man who resisted her was a saint. Or a fool.
Jaymes was a lot of things, but he wasn’t either of those.