I remember how amazing it felt to be loved by him and how he was all I ever wanted.
The craving to touch her is like an itch I can’t scratch.
I won’t pressure you, Ari, but I’m not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.
Our tongues meet, probing, exploring, welcoming, and everything else fades into the background. All the secrets and lies. All my worries and concerns. When we’re together like this, I have all the proof I need to know this is what’s right for me. He’s right for me.
Everything changed the moment I found you. I changed.
My skin is on fire with every touch, every contact, and my body throbs with unfamiliar need. We’re dangerously close to throwing caution to the wind. Logan’s body pulses and trembles over and under me, and I know he’s feeling it too. I want to give into it, to go there with him. I want him to be my first, my last, my one and only. I want to give myself to him fully; heart, mind, body and soul, but I can’t. The acknowledgment assaults me with soul-shattering clarity.
Haydn’s instructions are imprinted on my brain much the same way Logan’s face is imprinted on my heart.
This girl holds my heart in her hand and she’s squishing it to nothing with her confession.
The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it’s a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.
There’s no right or wrong way. There’s only the truth.
We drank our tea. The lamplight was warm and the apartment still and snug. At home in bed, in my private abyss of longing, the scenes i dreamed of always began like this: drowsy drunken hour, the two of us alone, scenarios in which invariably she would brush against me as if by chance, or lean coveniently close, cheek touching mine, to point out a passage in a book, opportunities that i would seize, gently but manfully, as exordium to more violent pleasures.
It seems like hours pass, both of us staring into each others eyes. I have no idea what she sees that holds her, but I can’t look away either. She’s giving me the look again, the one that makes me feel like a superhero.
I set out in a lordly manner to offer you heaven and earth. I find that all I have to give you is Oxford – which is yours already.
I had no time for romance. I turned away from the window, from the wintry sun, crossed through the room, went to the stove and made and poured myself a cup of hot chocolate and then clicked on the radio.
Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn’t see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.
And he kissed her. Slow, hot and oh so heavy. It wasn’t a kiss of love or romance. It wasn’t probing or questioning. It was simple; conquer. He kissed her like it was all he wanted. He kissed her like it was all that she needed and in that moment it was.
It was just a quick touch of his lips and it left her breathless, as always. In that moment his kiss infuriated her. This was only supposed to happen in the movies! It was a feeling designed by books! She wasn’t supposed to feel her lungs seize and butterflies were not supposed to run rampant in her stomach, just because a man pressed his lips to her lips.
I’m dangerous for you, Abby – Benjamin Blake.
His blue eyes slice through me and make me wish I hadn’t come.
I’m dangerous for you, Abby.