More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
His muscular frame dwarfed my own, and tattoos peeked above the collar of his snug Henley. But it was more than that—his presence radiated a savage calm, as though the world was meant to lay at his feet because if it didn’t, he’d burn the whole damn thing to ash.
But Rowan was different. All she had to do was breathe, and I lost all capacity to reason.
Then his lips were on mine, his hands gripping me tightly to him. I met his kiss with an intensity that rivaled his own. We were two magnets unable to resist one another.
He raised his hand as if to cup my cheek, but instead, his thumb tugged on my bottom lip before drifting down until his large hand cuffed my throat.
“Show me you understand, Rowan.” It was the first time I’d heard my name on his lips, and I was instantly addicted.
Who the fuck was Rowan Alexander, and why was she so goddamn addicting?
One more sip from her lips, and I’d want to devour her whole. I’d want to own every goddamn inch of her body and soul.
Like the last time, she didn’t taste like strawberry lip gloss or mint gum. That would be too typical for her. Rowan Alexander tasted like summer rain and heartbreak. Mine or hers, I couldn’t be sure. Either way, I was addicted. It took every last shred of my control to finally pull away from her.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” I said with a ragged breath. “Is that why you kissed me?” “I was just shutting you up.” I wished it were that simple.
“You’d rather let your father live in some fairy tale while you’re miserable than make him face reality?”
And then I met Keir. He was an earthquake that split my surface wide open.
I felt more alive around Keir than I’d felt in years, more like myself, and that terrified me.
I was furious because I knew I wouldn’t walk away from her. I couldn’t. Something intangible bound me to her.
“You, you fucking asshole!” she screamed back. “It has to do with you and the way I feel alive every time I’m around you. Like I can fucking breathe for the first time in my life.”
We were two trains on the same track with no way to avoid the collision.
“I’m going to fuck you against this wall,” I informed her, sounding half savage even to my own ears. “I do something you don’t like, I expect you to fucking tell me.”
Rowan was changing me. She carved out a place for herself within me until the boundaries between us blurred and overlapped.
I’d learned to manage it by keeping calm, but fuck if Rowan didn’t make me feel like a stuttering kid again.
Rowan was meant for me, and one way or another, I’d find a way to prove it to her.
“My bed is your bed. I wake alone, and I will not be happy. Understood?” Holy hell, why did I feel like saying yes, sir? It was there on the tip of my tongue, but I kept it at bay, nodding instead. He made a masculine rumble deep in his chest, then swatted my ass. “Good, now keep moving.” Suddenly, I wasn’t so tired.
“That’s my girl. My wife. You’re mine, Rowan Byrne. All. Fucking. Mine.”
I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it was true. Keir Byrne had captured what remained of my heart and held it captive in the palm of his hand. And the scariest part was, I wanted him to have it.
Rowan was mine, and I’d prove it to her every damn day if I had to until she finally understood.
“I know you have a lot of old scars to heal, and we didn’t start down this road in the most conventional way, but the one thing in this world I never want you to doubt is me and my commitment to you. I don’t care what you did or didn’t do in the past. I don’t give a fuck about what your father does or how you ended up in my club. All that matters is that I chose you, and I will continue to choose you so long as you’ll let me.”
“My love for you, little lamb, is endless. I love you so goddamn much it hurts.”
I needed her just as much as air in my lungs and blood in my veins. And should I need to, I would defend all three with equal savagery. My wife. My love. My life.
