He had the impression of Shylah pouting, and that made him happy. Just talking to her made him happy. The fact that she would circle around, hunt and find the man watching from the forest, was a complete turn-on. He liked that this woman would be his partner.
She had to know, soon or later, that he was no saint and never would be. He loved her, but if she was going to stay with him, she had to know the worst of him. He wanted honesty between them.
I detested that people who already had everything they could possibly want would step on others who had nothing. Would use them and crush them. I’d lived my life mainly in the streets and found out the hard way that people who could have helped just hurt us.
I don’t think I’ve actually seen you smile before, ” Wyatt observed. “This woman must be the real deal to teach you how to smile.
There was always a trail, skin cells, a scent, thermal imaging, parts left behind that the riders called prints. Sometimes those proved helpful when tracking an individual, especially if they were fresh.
She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible.
His smile was warm, impossible to ignore, and did something to her insides, making her feel happy. Happiness wasn’t something she was used to feeling and it shocked her a little.
I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I’m inside your mind. I see who you are. I’ve decided it isn’t about loving everything about you. It’s simply about loving you.
We’re celebrating tonight,” Ricco said, raising his glass. “To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner.
Already he knew she was the one he wanted, and it had nothing to do with their shadows coming together.
He didn’t want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life.
He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn’t imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.
Control is an illusion, Steele. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn’t matter who appears to have it. We really only can control ourselves. We have choices. You were my choice.
She was nothing. She’d thought he was her world, and all the while, he’d been plotting to take down her family’s club. She’d loved him. He’d used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream, every hope she’d ever had.
He’d been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He’d said things to drive her away – and she’d gone. She’d managed to take pieces of him with her. She’d stolen those pieces from him, and he’d known when she’d left, he wasn’t going to get them back.
He’d been angry. He’d been afraid for her. He’d been shocked that just by being with her, he’d become everything he most despised in the world – a predator.
It won’t work that way. You know me, Bree. You ‘know’ me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don’t back away from a fight and I win.
Ania. If he took her and kept her, she would give them both peace. God knew he needed peace.
Steele knew Breezy wasn’t going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He ‘had’ to win her over for his own self-preservation.
I don’t mind you in my head. I refuse to be embarrassed for thinking the truth. You have to know how good-looking you are. Fortunately for you, you seem to have brains and humor to go with your looks.