Sawyer (Lucky River Ranch, #3)

by Jessica Peterson

I’ve learned joy and happiness aren’t the same thing.

Doesn’t hurt that she makes me feel sexy. Alive. Wanted. She makes me feel like I’m easy to want. To like. It’s a nice change of pace from feeling like a burden all the damn time.

likes the dirty talk and the gentle caresses. The vicious neck bites and the sweet, simple way our fingers are tangled. She’s hungry for it all, and that makes me feel at home—at peace—with my own hunger. Like I’m not some deviant for wanting her the way I do. For saying the things I’m saying. Goddamn, a man could get addicted to this feeling. I could get addicted to Ava.

I think I’ve been dying of thirst for a while, but being with you makes me feel like I’m dancing in the rain. Water is suddenly everywhere.

veins. “Because you make grilled cheese, yes.” “The secret is to use lots of butter and pasteurized cheese product.” “Psssh. None of that real cheese shit.” “No ma’am, it just doesn’t get melty enough.” I move my thumb over his stubble, stopping to linger on his dimple.