I Hadn't Anyone Till You

Edward Ambrose isn't particularly sure how morally reprehensible a man had to be to entertain thoughts of sex at a funeral but when faced with endless legs, perfect skin, and a mouth that is criminally wicked, can he really be condemned? He is, however, pretty certain that every secretive fantasy he's had over the years about friend and former classmate Mia Peyton has somehow snowballed into something major, something incredible, illogical and terrifying in the wake of her adoptive grandmot...