Make Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #1)

by Summer O'Toole

I’ve taken to walking everywhere since I gathered she doesn’t drive a car. I like knowing she’s tiptoeing behind me. I bet her heart’s racing. I want to feel it. I want to lay my hand on her chest and feel if it’s battering as heavily as I imagine it is.

With a denim hat pulled down low over her face, she scans the flavors with her back to me. I wonder if she can even read the little labels. Is her heart pounding like mine, too distracted by my proximity to even read straight? I wonder if she can feel my gaze rake her skin the way I yearn to do with my teeth.

“We’re endgame, baby, and if you don’t see that, you better put that bullet in my head right now because I’m gonna ruin all other men for you when I worship every inch of your body.”

“Lie to yourself, lie to the world, lie to fucking God himself, but don’t ever lie to me.”

I’m not a religious man, but goddamn if she didn’t make me want to drop to my knees in worship.

Roman keeps warning me to not let her get into my head, but she’s already in my fucking bloodstream.