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264 pages, Hardcover
First published September 24, 2018
“This is it. This is the kiss I’ll think about for decades to come, maybe longer. I can feel it ruining me with every mash of his lips against mine...”
“Understand I want to drink it out of your belly button. Want to warm it on that perfect skin, sip it into my mouth, then let it drip out all over your pussy.”
"There's nothing polite or reserved about the way Jason kisses me. It's earthy. Messy. He's hungry and the femininity is his dinner. He feasts on it with purposeful drives of his tongue, the turning of his head in a dance with mine so our mouths are forced to reposition, mate again, sink into a rhythm, stop and do it all over again..."
Aww, shucks...*dabs face with dainty handkerchief*
Jason is one of the most memorable heroes I’ve read in a while and I abso-loved how Naomi came into her own. Now, this is how you do running away (looking at you Touching Sin by J. Saman)
This is it. This is the kiss I’ll think about for decades to come, maybe longer. I can feel it ruining me with every mash of his lips against mine...
I’m ready to take what I want. What I need. And he’s right behind me, watching, needing me back. Ready for his own seismic shift.
I need her. I want to fucking drown in her.
Wrap your thighs around me and hold on.
I don’t come like a gentleman.”
“You want an adventure?” He takes my face in his hands. “Let me help give it to you.”
"I’m a cookie-cutter, boring-as-beige debutante who’s never lived outside of the staunch parameters laid out for her. I haven’t experienced anything, unless someone planned it for me. I’m not interesting or worthy of anyone’s undivided attention."
"Not merely shirtless, however. He’s indecently shirtless. There’s a lit cigar in the corner of his clamped together lips. Dangerous, considering there’s enough black hair on his chest to start a forest fire if one single ember should escape. Lord, I thought men his size only existed in the Bible. Built for fighting lions in dens or carrying giant stone tablets down from the mountaintop. Jason is a modern version of a Bible warrior in a peeled down wetsuit that wraps far, far too low on his hips for decent company. And the tattoos. They’re everywhere."
"Before you tell me I'm nice for buying you wine..." he rasps into my hair. "Understand I want to drink it out of your belly button. Want to warm it on that perfect skin, sip it into my mouth, then let it drip out all over your pussy."
“You haven’t completely cut ties with your last relationship, but if you can kiss me the way you did, as far as I’m concerned, they’re fucking cut. I want them cut.”
"You challenged me to be more. I’m more because of you, but I’m nothing—nothing—without you.”
❝A baby.❞ My voice is hoarse. ❝You’re pregnant with my baby.❞
Her hand falls away. ❝That night in the driveway…❞
Watching her lower lip tremble, I make a low sound.
❝I-I…was I trying to keep you with me somehow?❞