More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Decision was simple. She’s worth a dozen of me,” Xaden says, and my breath catches at the intensity in his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he means it. “And I’m not talking about her signet. I would have told her everything discussed here anyway, so an open door is a moot point.”
Because love, at its root, is hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for what could be. Hope that the someone you’ve entrusted your everything to will cradle and protect it. And hope? That shit is harder to kill than a dragon.
“Good luck with that. I tried it for a good five months. Let me know how it works out for you.”
My dad hoped I’d go into the infantry like he did. He thought riders were pompous pricks, and in his defense…we really are.
I glance up from the book and immediately regret it when I see that he’s shirtless. Gods help me if he strips off anything else.
“Say those three little words, and I’ll have you naked in seconds.” He looks at me with so much heat that I do a double take when I glance up, my breath catching. “I want you.” All day. Every day.
How is it possible to both love someone and loathe them all in the same moment?
“I’m pissed that you hid it from me,” he interrupts. “But I’m livid that you’ve put your life at risk for me. That’s not something I can handle.”
Not sure how it’s possible, but I simultaneously want to climb the man and kick him hard in the shins.
“Tell me to kiss you. Even if it’s just for show.”
“Now kiss me like you mean it.” “Since you asked so nicely.”
Weightless. He makes me feel totally, completely weightless, like it’s possible to fly on nothing but waves of sensation.
“Good enough show for you?” I draw back slowly, dragging my teeth across his bottom lip before releasing him. “Fuck the show.” His eyes flare with the same heat that has me ready to combust.
“You’re not just fucking him, are you? You’re falling for him.” She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. My gaze swings to hers, and though I know I should, I can’t lie to her. Not about this. “Not exactly.” “Who do you think you’re fooling? He basically swallowed you whole, and now you’re watching him with those big, soft eyes that are practically oozing with”—she gestures at my face, her nose crinkling like she smells something bad—“what even is that? Yearning? Infatuation?”