I’m tired of hurting,” he says softly. “You remind me that my body can feel things other than pain.
Fui tras ella, como siempre.
It’s become important so quickly. Maybe too quickly. I keep thinking it’s too good to be true.
I already have the cake. You’re the icing on top, with sprinkles, candied fruit, and chocolate drizzle.
Oh hell.” He gasped, his back arching, his balls drawing up painfully tight. “Don’t make me come too quickly.
Women are entitled to their mysteries, and men are entitled to their secrets. Frankly, some secrets are painful and best left alone.” Eliza.
The words she wanted to say burned her throat and tongue, explanations and declarations that would only cause more pain because the end would only be the same.
You often appear lost in a world of your own making. It is supremely appealing to men to see a woman content with herself. We long to slip inside her and join her.
Some things work out when you just let them be what they are.
You’re looking at it the wrong way.” His grip tightens. “You’re broken. I’m broken. We don’t throw the pieces away. We fit them together until they make something new.
His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.
We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination, and love kept us fighting for them.
I’m not looking for what I had. I’m too busy wanting what I have in front of me right now.
It’s a brutally sad fact that a number of people simply disappear from your life when you’re broken and need them the most.
But I couldn’t justify that one moment against all the other moments when he made me feel like crap.
Kiss me like you love me.
He’d once hoped to satisfy his need and finally be done with her. Now he prayed his aching need would never end, the pleasure was too great to forfeit. If.
You’re sexy,” she asserted bluntly. “You play it down at work, which I understand and appreciate, but don’t waste it. It’s a terrible myth that a successful woman can’t be sexy without it ruining her credibility. Don’t buy into it.
There is magic in a man who knows how to kiss well.
That he was working instead of spending time with me shouldn’t have rankled – I knew how busy he was – but it did. I felt abandoned and needy, which told me I was regressing into familiar bad patterns. The simple fact was, Gideon and I were the best and worst things that had ever happened to each other.
What a pair we are, intrinsically broken but tied to one another by desire and death.