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323 pages, Paperback
First published April 8, 2013
I love him. He’s not just a star, he’s the whole fucking sky to me. He’s the sun and every planet in this galaxy.
I can barely breathe as the smell of his soap envelops my lungs, drugging all my senses. His arms come out, and he tangles ten angry fingers in my hair as he yanks my head back in his fists and buries his nose in my neck, growling softly. His deep inhale reaches me, and a shudder runs through my body as I do the same, absorbing every color and flavor of his strong male scent into my body through my nostrils. His tongue flashes out to lick a wet path up my neck as an arm coils around my waist, and he crushes me to his body, whispering, “Mine.”
"Tonight we’re both naked and deliciously entangled, and my sexy blue-eyed lion now seems content to have petted me for a long while, until I feel groomed down to my bones."
“Why’d you want to have sex with me? To have a fucking adventure? What was I supposed to be? Your one-night-fucking stand? I’m every woman’s adventure, damn you, and I don’t want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL. You get that?"
“I want this. Very badly.” He nuzzles my nose with his. “I’m trying not to fuck it up, all right?”
This guy is too much. Too much male. Too much masculinity and pure raw beats. Put together, he’s just like sex on a stick.One thing you should know about him right away...
“Your name”
“Uh, Brooke.”
“Brooke what?”
“It’s Brooke Dumas.
” “Brooke Dumas.”
He just fucked my name right in front of me.
He’s my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.
“Why’d you want to have sex with me? To have a fucking adventure? What was I supposed to be? Your one-night-fucking stand? I’m every woman’s adventure, damn you, and I don’t want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL. You get that? If I fuck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me- not Riptide!”
“It’s because of you. I am deliriously happy. Completely at home wherever you are.”
He’s not just a star, he’s the whole fucking sky to me. He’s the sun and every planet in the galaxy.
"When I take you, you'll be mine," he says, a soft promise in my ear. He slides his thumb along my jaw, then gently kisses my earlobe. "You need to be certain." His eyes are so hot that I'm on fire with the lust in them, and the word "mine" makes the empty place between my legs swell with longing. "I want you to know me first, and then, I want you to let me know if you still want me to take you." -Remy
A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
A competition…
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . .
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
He smells my neck and then buzzes the back of my ear, and whispers into me, "You're my mate, and I've claimed you." - Remy
"My heart pounds when I reach out, my hand quaking as a touch the top of his head. "Have you ever been anyone's?" I ask, a feathery whisper in the bedroom. He lists his head to mine, and I want him so bad I feel consumed inside, like he's already possessed my soul, and now my soul aches for him to possess my body."-Brooke
He's hot, ripped, and hung like a horse.
His dick slices through granite and punches ten sharks.
He likes a girl with a vagina that can gush like a geyser
and HATES any man who dares look sideways at her.
His sperm are like ninjas that make dragon babies.
He may speak like a child but fucks like 8 porn stars.
The New Alpha makes good girls fantasize about douchebags.
Who needs good characterization when - blah, blah, blah - 12 pack?
Hark! None of these douchebags prepared us for Remy,
who licks like a lion and plays with his semen.
His spiky black hair and his pants worn that way
make women have orgasms in public arenas.
He speaks through a series of grunts and gruff growls
but all of his street cred comes from his iPod – GOO GOO DOLLS!
They say that his cock moves faster than the speed of light.
There it is, behind you! You’re pregnant now, slut!
"Do you like what I do to you ... with this...?" When he slides his sweatpants off, I'm fainting with the sight of ten Remington's butts in the reflections behind him, his powerful legs from behind, his narrow waist and broad shoulders.
And his cock, standing before me.
I've just died.
"I'm every woman's adventure, damn you, and I don't want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL." ~ Remy <3
“When I take you, you’ll be mine,” he says, a soft promise in my ear. He slides his thumb along my jaw, then gently kisses my earlobe. “You need to be certain.”
“I want to say so many things, Brooke, and I just can’t find the words to tell them to you.”
He sets his forehead on mine and inhales deeply. Slowly, still breathing me in, he drags his nose along the length of mine.
“You tie me up in knots.” He presses my mouth with his. Briefly. Then he withdraws, breathing hard, and looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “I want to play you a thousand different songs so you get a clue of what … I feel inside me…”
“I’m so fucking in love with you I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore.”
I open the glass shower door, and step inside with his beautiful slick skin and big hard muscles, pressing my naked breasts to his back as I wrap my arms around his waist. He groans and tugs my arms tighter around him, and the words I love you are there inside me. I've never loved anyone in my life and I never imagined it could be like this.
WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL, DID I JUST READ??
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"Why'd you want to have sex with me? To have a fucking adventure? What was I suppose to be? your one-night-fucking stand? I'm every woman's adventure, damn you, and I don't' want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL. You get that? If I fuck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. i want you to give yourself to me-not Riptied!"
I feel like Beauty and the Beast, except I willingly locked myself in with my beast so he could kiss me senseless, and he's the beautiful creature who tortured me with wanting him.
“It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.”
“Remy! I love you, Remy!”
“I’ll suck your c~ck for you, Remy!”
“REMY, POUND ME, REMY!”
“Remington I want your Riptide!”
“There he is, a woman's living, breathing fantasy, doing his slow, cocky turn, spiky black hair, darkly tanned chest, dimpled smile-killer smile-all in the package of Remington Tate. He's perfection itself…”
“There's an awful video of me on YouTube.com, titled Dumas, her life is over! which was taped by some amateur during my first Olympic tryouts and has had quite a bit of traffic-like all videos of humiliated people do. This is where the exact moment that my life shattered around me was perfectly immortalized on film and can now be played and replayed, over and over, so the world can watch for their enjoyment.”
"Have you ever been anyone's?" I ask, a feathery whisper in the quiet bedroom…
…"No. And you?" The calluses in his palm rasp on my skin, and I find myself tucking my cheek deeper into them.
"I've never wanted to."
"Neither have I."
“I'm every woman's adventure, damn you, and I don't want to be yours. I want to be your f~cking REAL. You get that? If I f~ck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me-not Riptide!"
“…it's all because I want to be the f~cking 'one' for you and as soon as you realize what I am, all I'll be is a f~cking mistake!"
“From a man who fights like crazy, arouses me like no other, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. From the man who plays me sexy music, gives me his t-shirt to sleep in, protects me as fiercely as a lion, and yet won't take me when I'm naked and trembling in his arms…”
"You wanted me." His breaths come fast, his eyes wild. "Here I am." He f~cks his c~ck into me ten times, fast and hard, making me yelp in delight of his claiming, and when my muscles seize up and my body prepares for another earth-shattering orgasm, he lets me come, keeping the frantic pace…
“His eyes glow in the shadows as he slides the soft liquid semen dripping down my thigh in a path leading back into my swollen entry, as if he doesn't want to come out of my body. "Sticky?" he asks in a gruff murmur, bending his head and licking my shoulder as he pushes his semen back inside with one finger.”
“He's not just a star, he's the whole f~cking sky to me.”
And I don’t want the world to see me, it says, but I want you to know who I am…
“For the love of fucking god, don’t ever, ever, do that again. EVER. If one of them sets a hand on you, I’ll fucking kill them, and I won’t give a rat’s fuck who watches me!”
...I find myself touching his mouth with a lone fingertip. His lips are so plump and firm, but at the same time, smooth and silky. I feel a quick, damp flick as his tongue flashes out to lick me, and a shudder shoots through my spine. He groans and pulls my whole finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he sucks it.
“Remington…” I breathe.
...he grabs me and plants a kiss on my lips, quick and dry, but it bursts open a wealth of longing inside me he whispers, “You look beautiful.” He runs his thumb with desperation along my jaw, and tilts my chin up, kissing my lips, dry and quick again. “So damn beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off you all evening.”
He cups my face in those big hands that make me feel fragile and tiny, and he hungrily recaptures my mouth. He takes it slowly this time, as if I’m precious and valuable. “Tonight you’re mine.”
His mouth grazes a path down my temple, to my chin, and his lips my buzz, fast and fevered, over mine. “I want you now. I can’t wait to get rid of these people. How do you like it, Brooke? Hard? Fast?”
His hands clamp around me, and he crushes me to his body as he slides his nose along the shell of my ear. “When I take you, you’ll be mine,” he says, a soft promise in my ear. He slides his thumb along my jaw, then gently kisses my earlobe. “You need to be certain.”
“I want you to know me first, and then, I want you to let me know if you still want me to take you.”
“But I already know I want you,”
I need you to know who I am. What I am.”
“Why won’t you take me, Remington?”
He groans and pulls me closer. “Because I want you too much.”
“Why haven’t you touched me? Why don’t you fucking take me? Am I too fat? Too plain? Do you just delight in fucking torturing me senseless or are you just plain damn mean? For your information, I’ve wanted to have sexwith you since the day I went into your stupid hotel room and got hired instead!”
“Why’d you want to have sex with me? To have a fucking adventure? What was I supposed to be? Your one-night-fucking stand? I’m every woman’s adventure, damn you, and I don’t want to beyours. I want to be your fucking REAL. You get that? If I fuck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me—not Riptide!”
“I won’t ever be yours if you don’t take me. Take me! You son of a bitch, can’t you see how much I want you?”
“You don’t know me,” he strains out through gritted teeth, his face anxious as he clenches my wrists at my sides. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“Then tell me! You think I’ll leave if you tell me whatever it is you don’t want me to know?”
“I don’t think it, I know it.
You’ll leave me the second it gets too steep, and you’ll leave me with nothing—when I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. You’re all I think about, dream about. I get high and low and it’s all about you now, it’s not even about me anymore. I can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t concentrate worth shit anymore and it’s all because I want to be the fucking ‘one’ for you and as soon as you realize what I am, all I’ll be is a fucking mistake!”
You had me at hello, you fucking asshole! You make me want you until it hurts and then you won’t do shit!”
“Because I’m fucking
He brings his head to mine and pushes his tongue until I swallow my own gasps. “You wanted me.” His breaths come fast, his eyes wild. “Here I am.”
“I love you. I love you.” His breath seizes in his chest, and I continue in a rush. “More than I’ve ever thought it possible to love any other human being.
...it tears me open to ask you to be with me when I know I’m just going to do something to fucking hurt you again!”
“Yes! Yes you probably are, you idiot! And it’s going to be a damned skydive for me, and I’m going to hang on tight and just jump with you because that’s what you do to me.
...I’m crazy about you...
...it’s you I want...
...it’s always been about you...
...i want to be with you...
I want you to love me back, Remy. You’ve never told me how you feel about me!”
“I’m yours now, and you can’t ditch me like you just did. Even if I screw this up, I’ll still be your screw-up.”
“Not my screw-up. My real.”