Stealing Sunshine (Cherry Peak, #4)

by Hannah Cowan

For those of us whose fires blaze behind thick walls of ice.

“If I wasn’t the one to pull away, I’d have kept you trapped in my bed with me for hours, kissing you until your lips were swollen and sore. I wasn’t reminding you that it was just practice. I was reminding myself because if for even one minute I let myself believe otherwise, this fake agreement would be done, and you’d be gone before I’d even had you for one real moment.”

“Fuck yourself, baby. Two fingers like you’ve got inside of me. I need to taste you.”

“I watched you come riding a toy in your bed weeks ago. It’s been on my mind since, and after tasting you for the first time at the shop, I knew I wouldn’t ever get enough of this pretty pussy, even if I had an entire lifetime to spend between your legs.”