From Here to Eternity (Moonlit Ridge, #1)

by A.L. Jackson

Fuck me, she was delicious. A lost little lamb who’d stumbled into a demon’s den.

“Think you’re wrong about that, gorgeous. Haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the second you walked through my door. No forgetting you. Wreckin’ my mind the way you did.”

“How’s it that I was the one supposed to be marking you, and you’re the one who left the imprint? And now I can’t stop thinking about marking myself all over you. Writing myself on every fuckin’ inch of this sweet little body.”

I’d pull the stars from the sky if it meant it’d erase the fear that had overcome her last night.

“You been imagining it, gorgeous? What it’ll be like when I send you flyin’?”

“Now, are you goin’ to climb on the back of my bike or am I goin’ to have to make you?”

“It’s you on my mind. You who has me hooked. You who has me wanting to do things I don’t do.”

“Nah, I’m not going to break you, Charleigh, I’m just going to ruin you for anyone else.”

“Nah, baby, I think you’re the perfect accent to all my dark. A light when things always look so goddamn bleak.”