Delicate (Wicked Hearts, #1)
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“Murph? No. He was my brother’s best friend, but my brother died a year ago.”
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I wanted as little black in my tatts as possible; I had enough darkness in my life. I wanted something bright on the outside.
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“I’m afraid you’ll regret being with me,” he says, his voice thick and smooth against my head. “I’d regret it more if I passed on the chance to be with you.”
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“Just this week, Sierra. This could never be anything more. Could you live with that?” “Why?” I beg, wanting to kiss him again. “Because you and I are from different worlds, and I’d rather have one week with you than let you ruin your life to be with me.”
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“You were unexpected,” he says as I pull away.
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“I mean that she’s good for you. That you need someone nice in your life.”
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“I can be a softie, but you know…” His hands find my hips as he jerks me forward, slamming his hips against my core, sending a thrill of heat up my spine. Then, into my ear he whispers, “I’m harder than you think.”
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For five years, I’ve watched him, loving him from a distance. Now that he’s mine, I don’t know how I’ll be able to let him go.
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That if I really had control of my life, I would stay on Wickett forever. I would buy that bookshop from the old lady and run it myself.
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A small voice inside howls. That’s a new feeling. The more I feel the warmth of her sex against my body, the more it echoes to claim her. Make her mine.
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Sierra’s body is my alter, and I want to worship. To repent for my sins.
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can do nothing but watch her go and convince myself that this was what I wanted.
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“I love you,” she says against my mouth as I lose the strength to hold my body above hers and crash safely between her legs. My mind reels from her words. It’s ridiculous and impossible. She can’t love me. Not me, and not after only one week. But it doesn’t change the fact that I feel the same way. I love her in a way that is dangerous and fucking mind-blowing. I love her in the same way sirens pull men to their deaths. I know it will kill me, but I don’t care. I would gladly give my life to whisper those words back to her. “I love you so fucking much.”