The Ex Effect (Washington Wolves, #2)

by Karla Sorensen

"Get over here."

"Get over here."

"I will give you a small piece of this chocolate if you absolutely promise to forget what I just said."

"What I meant to say was that you are incredibly beautiful, Ava. It has nothing to do with who you're related to, or how I might've known you a handful of years ago. I'm just glad to be sitting across from you right now."

"I can't wait to see 'em." He brushed his lips against mine, and I melted, twining my arms around his neck as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. My tongue wound around his, and his hands gripped me tight until I was writhing against him for relief. He broke away and dragged his nose against mine. "Even if it takes all night to get them off."

Give me more, I wanted to yell. More. Everything. Let me fix what they broke. Trust me with what was inside.

His smile was lazy and sexy, and I wanted to kiss the shit out of his handsome face.

But I want to be able to say that you're mine. I don't want things to feel so easy that I stop making an effort for you every single day. I want to be able to say that I have a girlfriend, a partner who gets all the best parts of me because I get all the best parts of her. That we've committed to something together."

body. "Say it again, Ava. Now that there's no audience, no prying eyes, and no one to stop me from kissing you once the words are out."