More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“If I were a boy,”
“people would just call me driven.”
I should have jumped. I should have panicked. But somehow, my body relaxed into the person behind me.
“It’s okay, Heiress,” Jameson murmured. “I’ve got you.”
“Yes?” I asked him hoarsely. “Yes, Heiress.”
My lips closed over his. He kissed me back, gentle at first, then not gently at all. Maybe it was the aftereffects of shock, but as I drove my hands into his hair, as he grabbed my ponytail and angled my face upward,
Kissing him felt like fire. He wasn’t soft and sweet, the way he had been while washing away the blood and dirt. I didn’t need soft or sweet. This was exactly what I needed.
“Not everything is a game, Jameson.”
“That’s the thing, Heiress. If Emily taught me anything, it’s that everything is a game. Even this. Especially this.”