Taming 7 (Boys of Tommen, #5)

by Chloe Walsh

If I could sew this girl to my skin without causing her an ounce of harm, then I would do it in a heartbeat. That’s how vital she was to my life. How essential she was to my existence. If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.

“No.” Feeling panicked that he was going to slam the brakes again, I fisted his shirt and pulled him back to me. “Don’t stop.” “I don’t want to,” he replied in a gruff tone, hands moving to rest on my hip. “Trust me. But you’re going to get sick out here.” “I don’t care,” I croaked out, feeling like I would die right here on the mortal spot if he didn’t kiss me again. His gray eyes blazed with heat when he said, “Yeah, well I do.”

“Okay.” I bit back a sob and steadied my breathing before whispering, “I thought you weren’t coming.” “And leave my baby hanging?” His tone was gentle and coaxing. “Not in this lifetime, sweetheart.” Taking my hand in his, he placed the corsage on my wrist. “You really do look beautiful.”