“Make-up sex,” he whispered against her lips. “Lots and lots of make-up sex.”
Tatiana laughed as his mouth covered hers. Dominic’s energy signature curled around her like a blanket, wrapping her up with desire and protection. She knew that she was home.
Whether it was a bullet-ridden house in Oregon or a cabin on a ranch in Montana, as long as Dominic was by her side… she was home, and she was safe.