Soaring (Magdalene, #2)

by Kristen Ashley

And I knew with that one look I wanted to see those eyes every way they could be.

I didn’t know him but I knew I wanted it all from this man.

no longer had a husband to fulfill me. I had lost the children who, simply breathing, gave me all I could need. I had to find something for me that would fill those voids.

“You know that’s bullshit. There’s something here. Something strong. Something I tried to fight but couldn’t. Something that draws us to each other. Something we’re both old enough and smart enough not to ignore. And there’s something you don’t even know that makes it more.”

My gaze shot back to him when he asked irritably, “Why is it when you’re a smartass I wanna fuck you more than I normally wanna fuck you?”

So if you feel like keepin’ your gloves up, baby, bring it. ’Cause I know after doin’ it for a while and then gettin’ that kiss from you, you keep doin’ it, when I finally fuck you it’s gonna,” he leaned deep into me, “wreck you.”

But I’ll say now, this is what this feels like it might be, you gotta learn there’s no safer place than in my arms and when you’re here, Amy,” his arms gave me a squeeze, “you can give me anything.”

“I walked out of my bathroom to that every morning for sixteen years, no way in fuck I’d walk away from it.”

“I am who I am. I have what I have. And one of the things I got that I wanna keep is you.”

“Yeah, Amy. This is what I got to give. This progresses, your money, we’re gonna have to have ground rules. But whatever those are, however we work it out, the way this feels with you even after I fucked up, forced a stupid fight, hurt your feelings, what we got, you can only get it from me. Even disconnected, we connected. Even upset, you opened your door to me. Twice. Means what we got means somethin’ to you and no matter what obstacles we face or put up ourselves, you’re gonna work on it with me. I just gotta come to terms with the fact that all I’d want to give you, I can’t give. But you got something from me that you want and you can only get it from me.”

And it shook me tremendously to understand that if the good I got from Mickey kept going, got better, I’d give up everything to keep it.

“It’ll happen. Won’t know when it will happen. But mine moved in right across the street.” I drew in a sharp breath.

“Amy?” “What?” I snapped. “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.”

“All I need is you,” I said softly.

“Mickey, I love you!” I was now yelling. “And I love you,” he ground out. “Since that’s the case, I want you to have it all.” I threw up my hands. “I have all I need.” “I want you to have,” he planted his hands on his hips and leaned toward me ominously, “it all.” “Why?” I asked shrilly. “When I have everything I need.” “Because you’re worth it.”