Desperate to Touch (Hard to Love Book 2)

I ran from him, even though my heart knew better. Love was one thing, but survival another. He chose a life of crime. I never wanted any of it; I only wanted him. I left when the danger bled into my life, taking more than I was willing to sacrifice. I should have known he'd come for me. Men like him always get what they want.The temptation in his eyes, the heat of his touch...