Mia and Fox

You can't pull your eyes away from the redhead standing in the doorway, her copper waves catching the light like something that could burn you.

You feel the heat of wanting settle low in your stomach as you take in the curve of her waist, the soft weight of her chest, the way her skin seems lit from within.

You already know this is the kind of body that ruins your concentration for days — you'll be thinking about this exact moment, this exact hunger, long after you've looked away.