Spotlight (Famous, #2)

by Eden Finley

begging to see God through sex is, umm, inspiring.

I thought that song was about worshiping a lover’s body like it’s sacred

With Lyric’s lips on mine, it’s hard to remember why I have my no-dating rule. When we’re like this, pressed against each other, grinding and feeling each other up, it’s easy to forget who I am. I’m not Ryder Kennedy or someone’s father, and I’m not a guy from a boy band. I’m a man who has absolutely no control over his lust.

There is a obscene amount of internal dialogue while they are supposed to be lost in each other making out..

We leave a trail of shoes and jackets leading to the stairs when we finally have to pull away from each other. My shirt drops to the carpet as I climb the steps, and his follows. By the time we reach my bedroom door, we’re both completely naked. Lyric pauses inside the room and glances around, taking it all in. I only see him, and I don’t know what he’s finding so fascinating. I crook my finger at him. He doesn’t move. “This whole bedroom is bigger than the pool house I’m currently squatting in.” I glance around the room, trying to see it from his perspective. I have some rumpled clothes on my bed, and the shoes I wore yesterday are in the middle of the floor, but apart from that, I can’t deny my room looks barely lived-in.

What the duck is up with this pacing, 60 to 0, I’ve got whiplash…

I love how things are between us. Downstairs, we couldn’t get enough of each other. There was no tearing me away. We needed to be touching, kissing, finding an outlet for the tension that’s been building and building, but right now, we can be us. I like that it’s easy and hot, yet

Puleeeseeeeee kill me

We take our time now, the urgency from downstairs dissolving into something deeper.

What, it can’t be deep and urgent at the same time?

I nod. It’s been a while since I tried this, but I don’t really want to admit that.

You dumb fuck…you already told him all the two times you’ve had sex over the last five years!!

This is different than when I fucked him in his dressing room. This is more intimate,

Thanks for telling instead of showing /s Was she having writers block during this scene?

From his messy light brown hair that’s usually sticking straight up to his puffy well-kissed lips, he’s like this perfect package

Every time she says “puffy” I picture that square looking anime guy

Being with him tonight has reassured me that it’s me he wants, and that’s enough for me for now. I feared I might be another Cash to him—that he was lonely, and I was an option because of our proximity. But something changed tonight. For both of us. Ryder may still be unsure about how this will work and exactly what he wants, but it’s obvious he’s trying.

Did my smut train run out of steam or have the last few chapters just been awful?

learned in college that you don’t actually say that shit aloud, though. That stuff tends to scare guys off. It’s why I’ve become so wary about dating apps. They’re really fucking apps and nothing more. Ryder’s eyes are now closed, and I assume he’s going to sleep, but the next minute, one eye pops open. “How

I think I get it. It’s the having kid dynamic after the sexy times started. This author has the same problem in the polyam book. She can only do a couple with no extra dynamic.

“Too bad we need to get out of the shower, then.” I

Two extra minutes isn’t going to kill anyone

I hope Maggie’s wrong. It’s way too early to tell Kaylee about us. Hell, up until an hour ago, I wasn’t even sure if I could see a future with Lyric.

This author is flip flopping like a fish that got thrown to dry land