The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

“Can I ask for something?” “Shoot,” he drawled against my neck. I said it before I could stop myself. “I want Isabel gone.” His lips traced my ear, and seconds passed as I held my breath. “Done.” My heart ached. His hand ran up my thigh and around to my ass, pulling my body against his. He kissed a line down my throat. “Can I ask for one more thing?” I breathed. I felt a smile on my neck. “You’re awfully needy today.” I swallowed. “No women . . . not here, okay?” He stilled for a moment, and with a sinking sensation in my belly I wondered if I’d taken it too far. If he would say no. “That’s what you want?” No. I want to be enough for you. I want you to want only me. “Yes.” In the next moment of silence, the anticipation of his answer wrapped around my lungs and squeezed. His face came up to mine. Our gazes met. Lips inches apart. I wouldn’t take a simple ring off when he’d asked, nor would I kiss him. The knowledge settled between us, mixed with the smell of motor oil and summer. What he didn’t know was that soon I would ruin everything to the point he’d never trust me again. A thumb ran across my lips, down my chin. “Done.”