Grace... you don’t understand... kissing is not just principle thing with Ryker. It’s not a macho... Heman woman hater thing to him... or a way to avoid commitment. It’s a defense or him.
I couldn’t believe a man had written this! Ryker had a way with words and the way with words and the way my emotions got twisted in them was a gift only a true writer possessed.
There are greater things than want and lust, Nerissa,” he whispered. “I can’t afford those things.
I thought of the many times I saw that little boy in the azure eyes. The many times I wanted to protect him... save him. Ryker’s eyes could turn from sky blue to storm clouds in seconds!
He was a ruffled haired, stubble faced, woman’s dream, tangled in sheets. So I stepped away from the Ryker and went for coffee instead.
She’s Uncle Terry’s sissy.” That crooked grin appeared on his lips. It affected me as much now as it had then. “Yeah, I know who she is, doll.” He looked to me and the look on his face was pure affection. “I’ve known Hadley for a good long while.” My brain gave permission for my stomach to release more butterflies. I wanted to ask him to stop looking at me like that. No, affectionate glances were definitely not allowable.
Attraction is a funny thing, isn’t it? You have never looked my brother in the eye, but you are drawn to him. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t want to admit that the draw is there because it is so unbelievably ridiculous to him that a pretty, sweet, girl like yourself with all the options in the world would choose him.