Shanna Hunter-Clinton is on the run from her Senator husband. She's had all she can take of his abuse and the terrible things he made her do. She flees to Texas and straight into the arms of Special Agent Brandon Austen. But can Brandon keep her safe from a husband who just doesn't want to let her go? Or will he get lost in the Heaven in her Eyes?
"Oh God," she hissed, staring at the old-fashioned stand mirror in front of her. Her hands went up to cover her breasts, as if hiding them from herself.
"Shh," he whispered, bending his head so he spoke softly in her ear. "You don't know how beautiful you are, I want you to see you like I do." He put his hands over hers, slowly dragging her hands down her body to hang limply at her sides.
"You have the most sensual hair, Shanna," he said, still speaking softly, letting his cheek rub against the softness of her hair. "Do you know how much men love long hair? Especially like yours, it's so thick and almost seems to have a life of its own. It makes me wonder how it would feel wrapped around me, draped over me, against my naked skin." He lifted handfuls and let it run out of his hands like water.
"Your skin is perfect," he whispered, his fingers coming up to trace across her cheeks, feeling the heat of her blush. "Creamy silk," he moaned. The back of his hand tracing down her throat and across her collar-bone, then barely brushing the hardened tip of her nipple.