Chapter 290 One Person, Or a Whole Crowd?

• Zachary Luellen’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, like he’d swallowed hot coals. His thin lips found hers and claimed them. “Mrs. Luellen, why is your mouth so damn sweet?”
• Hazel Sullivan went lightheaded under his kiss. The blush on her cheeks bled down her swan-like pink neck, a soft rose washing over her porcelain skin.
• In a heartbeat, Zachary’s tall, heavy frame pressed forward, pinning her to the wall. He buried his face in her long hair, steadying his breath. “Hazel, I’m hurting. I want you—bad. But… we should wait a bit longer.”