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352 pages, Paperback
First published November 4, 2014
Fighting or Fucking… both of these options are starting to sound pretty good.
Finn swipes at my face with is thumbs. “I have to, sweetheart, you can’t be bound up any longer.”
It just feels like it’s the only thing holding me together.
“I know,” he says.
Oh God. I said it out loud.
“Good girl. Oh so fucking good, you like that? You like it? You’re candy on my mouth, fucking sweet. Wet, so ready, you wanna get fucked now?”
I am the biggest most self absorbed asshole of all time.
I want to drive to Canada, kick him in the nuts, and then drive home. He’s acting like a giant baby, and leaving town the way he did showed his ass.Even though I was pissed for a minute, I liked that that drama wasn’t dragged out.
He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt; that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person the frees you.
"I am the biggest, most self-absorbed asshole of all time."
"He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt; that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you."
"Stay. Let me...fuck, I don't know. Set up a bath for you, or...just stay here. It was intense. Wasn't it intense?"
It was. It was so intense that I'm suddenly second-guessing everything that brought me here.
"I have no idea how it happened, but I like Harlow Vega. A lot. I respect her. I want to get to know her. I want to fuck her for reasons that have nothing to do with distraction or my instinctive need to release semen.
I am so royally fucked.
“He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt: that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you.”
"I'm just fucking wild for you."
4 STARS, Buddy Read
I’m woman enough to admit that I’m completely obsessed with his forearms. They’re roped, thick, every single muscle defined. I want to see him haul a big net onto the deck of his ship. God, he would make majestic fisherman porn.
I’ve said more nonsex words to Harlow in the past five minutes than I did the entire time she was in Canada, but I’m surprised to find that not only is she easy to talk to, she’s fun. “And, my impression of you is ever evolving, now that you aren’t just a pretty face in my lap.”
“You’re one classy motherfucker, Finn.”
“This speaking thing does wonders for expanding our horizons.”
“The stars could fall, the ocean could take over the land, and I wouldn’t even realize it until long after Finn slows his hips and runs his hand up my leg and along my side, until he reaches my jaw, cupping it and telling me he’s never wanted anything the way he wants me.”
“I want to be good to you.” He rolls me to face him, and kisses me once before admitting, “I’m just fucking wild for you.”
“I think I spotted that just now,” I whisper.
“I mean,” he clarifies, “the I love you kind of wild.”
“How is Mia, anyway?” I ask.
Ansel looks up at me with the most goofy, dimpled smile I’ve ever seen. “Perfect.”
“Ugh,” Oliver says, setting his fork down. “Do not get him started. Lola says she’s had to start warning them before she comes over. Last time she could hear them all the way down Julianne’s driveway.”
Ansel only shrugs, looking disgustingly pleased with himself. “What can I say? I am quite the vocal lover, and would never stifle the loud, satisfied cries of my wife during what is possibly the best sex anyone has ever had.” He leans in, looks us both in the eye in turn, and repeats, “Ever”.