Colton's Secret Bodyguard. Jane Godman
down past his navel and inside the waistband of his jeans. Her fingertips stoked the fire until it became a furnace. In a flurry of hands and lips, jeans, sweatshirts, boots and socks were flung aside. Scooping Bree up, Rylan deposited her on the bed.
Before he joined her, he reached for his jeans, snagging his wallet from the back pocket and placing it on the bedside table.
“I missed you.” Bree wrapped slender arms around his neck, drawing him down next to her.
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