Finally I was naked on the table, my legs spread with big hands gripping tight at the sides of my knees, and he was down. As in down. On his knees on the floor, his mouth between my legs. Feeding. God. Oh God. Not feeding. Feeding.
You eat donuts before you work out?” I queried. “Not every time, but do it occasionally to remind myself why I’m workin’ out,” he responded. This was absurd but I had to admit, it also made an absurd kind of sense.
I was, of course, not thinking clearly, considering all that happened. If I was, I might have asked for privacy before I shared in front of Hector how I duped Jerry. The Hot Bunch clearly found my tactic amusing. Hector, I could tell by the electric current whipping around the hall, absolutely did not.
But there had been more times than any of those since he’d lost her that he’d missed just holding her hand. Moving slowly like he was.
I spent a lot of years saving for a rainy day.” I gave him a small smile. “So, it’s raining. Whatever. The rain always stops.
I fell for you when you were Shy’s and if you think that now, when you need me most, now, when I finally got a clear shot, I’m givin’ up, think again, Rosie.
There is nothing guaranteed in life. But the only leaps really worth taking are leaps of faith on love. So look where you leap, beautiful, and happy landing.
I mentally pried my hands off the safety bar that was tucked, tight and secure, across my lap and lifted them straight in the air.
I sense you need space to sort your head out. The thing is, I don’t. I need you. I’ve needed you since that day I first saw you.
He told us never to willfully break a woman’s heart because there’d come a time when a woman would break ours and we’d feel what we’d made her feel and we wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt.
He was hers. And he had been since she was fourteen. And she was his. She knew this. Because she had been since eternity.
Grief isn’t a journey to getting over it or getting past it. It’s about adjusting your life to accommodate it.
He wanted to give her a love that wouldn’t die even with death.
She knocks herself out for you every birthday because, for her, that was a day that changed her life in a way she liked a whole lot and she wants you to know it.
Your scent does not precede you. It also doesn’t define you. Any scent you wear is a discovery.” This made no sense to me so I asked, “A discovery?” She smiled a small, very cool smile and said softly, “Yes, Kia, a discovery. The kind of discovery your partner, if he is very fortunate, makes when his nose encounters the flesh the scent adorns.
One kiss and a whole lot of mindfuck and we’re here. We’re here because we both want this, we both know it and we both know how bad we want it.
I can dare to dream. Because I have what I need. I know who I am. And the thing that makes it safe is that I’m in love with a really great guy who also loves me.
She’s beautiful. She’s talented,” Chloe went on, and Mace turned his gaze to her to see her face soft. “And she looks at you like you turn on the sun in the morning and switch it off at night.
I don’t know what you consider special, but a man I like who I’m glad likes me taking one look at my outfit and making it clear he’s struggling not to caveman me to bed, then he semi-cavemans me to bed and gives me the best orgasm of my life, is a very special date in my books. And we’re not even an hour into it.
Ginger. A pain in my ass. A pain in my ass since the day she cut off all the hair on my Barbies. She was three. I was too old for Barbies but they were mine. She couldn’t leave them alone? What’s with cutting their hair?” I looked up at Dog and said, “I think that’s what psychos do. We should have known then. She’s three, wielding scissors and causing mayhem and heartbreak.
You don’t have a midnight soul, Frannie. Your soul is so bright, I look too close, I’d be blinded.