Don't Forget Me Tomorrow (Time River, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

“What I’m thinking right now is I have a goddess kneeling in front of me.” “I’ve always been here, Ryder. On my knees for you.” “No, Cookie. It’s always been me. A beggar at your feet.”

remained in that spot while he wandered over to where he’d left my underwear on the floor, and that time he was smirking as he made his way back. “Never going to be able to look at you again without imagining these panties under your dress. You tryin’ to wreck a man?”

“And who do you want to be?” “I want to be the guy who’s pleasing you. The one who’s making you come. Over and over again. I want to make you beg my name.” A flood of desire coated the atmosphere. Dakota released a wispy breath, and her fingers curled in my shirt, needing something to hang on to. “Want to be the one who’s showing you how gorgeous you are,” I murmured as I wound my hand into her hair. “How beautiful you are. The way you steal my breath every time you walk into the room.”

“I love you, Dakota. I’m gone for you. Since I was twenty-two fucking years old, I’ve been gone for you. Since you became the one thing in this world that could soothe the ache inside me. Since you became the reason to look beyond my circumstances. Since you reminded me of the good things this world might have to offer.”

“You saved me, Dakota. Saved me when I was lost. When I’d given up. And I keep trying to push you away because I know I don’t deserve you. But I can’t do that any longer. I can’t fucking deny that you are the one thing in this life that I’ve been living for. You are the light breaking the darkness inside me. And I’m begging you, please don’t walk away.”

“Cookie,” I murmured. “Tell me I’m not too late. Tell me you still love me, too.” “Do you think I could ever stop loving you?” The second she said it, I snapped, and I was across the room. I crashed into her in a landslide of greed. One hand dove into her hair and the other curled around the side of her neck as I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her for the first time.

“I a good boy,” Kayden told him right as he was trying to get fistfuls of Ryder’s hair. Ryder laughed, though his voice turned gentle as he cupped the back of Kayden’s head, pressed his lips to his temple, and murmured, “That’s right. You are my good boy.” I had to reach out to the counter to support myself.

pray every day that this life gives you everything you deserve. That you find the one who makes your heart and body sing, holds you up when you need uplifting and cheers you on when you’re standing fine on your own.

“Maybe I just want to look out for you.” More of that redness splashed her cheeks. “I think I can manage.” “Maybe I’m the one who can’t.” He meant it to come out a joke, but it rang too true.

“What do you think you’re doing?” “Carrying my woman to my bed, where she belongs.” “You’re going to drop me.” “You keep forgetting these arms were made for you.