Sway (Landry Family, #1)

by Adriana Locke

The way his clear green eyes held me like a bailiff, giving me no option to look away.

Like a bailiff?? What the heck does this even mean?

There's something completely intoxicating about being treated like a lady and manners are the best foreplay.

“I only know you well enough for there to be one. Speak as you find.” “Speak as you find,” he nods, rolling the premise around his brain. “I like that. A lot.”

“I want to be the person that gets it right, that reports the truth and tells the things that are important. Is that stupid?” “No, not at all,” he muses. “It’s a great thing to want to do. It’s what I want to do too—take this dirty career and try to be the voice of reason. It’s a hard job, but someone needs to do it, right?”

“I just saved you from your boss! You owe me one. And if that display of heroism doesn’t get me ... friended ... what will?”

"Lunch was crazy today,” I say. “How about yours?" "Getting better," he says vaguely and then wraps those gorgeous lips around the fork. I die. Imagining his lips on my skin, moving across it like they’re doing to the metal tines makes me shiver.

I roll my eyes. "That ... thing you do with your eyes," he says, pointing at my face, "is almost impressive."

This isn’t the time or the place for me to decide to start thinking about monogamy. That ruins men. Clips their nuts, drains their testosterone, destroys the very things that make politicians good politicians.

Dog.

“You have a way with words.” “Why do you say that?” “You just took the ideas in my head and said them more eloquently than I ever could’ve.”

“I want you too,” she says finally, a seductive smile planting across her gorgeous lips. She glances down at my cock before meeting my eyes again. “All of you.”

"I think you're still in the quasi-winery. I know I would be. Hell, I kind of am and I haven't even been properly graped."

“How are you, sugar?” My eyes roll back in my head, my hand finding my hair. Stifling a groan that begs to erupt, I sit on the edge of my bed. “Not much.”

“Ah, hell. Why did I have to fall for the girl with a kid that’s a fan of Linc’s?” She giggles, running her hands down my chest. Her eyes turn from an easy sparkle to a heated twinkle. “You fell for me?” “Isn’t it obvious?”

I find myself wanting to savor the moment of feeling, for the first time in maybe forever, able to breathe.

I’m not a chess piece, Barrett—” “You’re right,” he cuts me off. “You’re the damn board.”

“I need to make sure this is something I can handle,” I gulp. “All of a sudden, this just got very real.” His arms come around my waist from behind and I sink back into his chest. I breathe in his cologne and let it carry me away from reality for a few seconds. “It was always real to me,” he whispers and kisses the top of my head.

Once you’ve been burned by someone, the scars never leave. They become more sensitive to the same type of fire that got you once, tingling when you get too close to the heat.

She's all that exists in the world right now and I want to be so far into her, lose myself so deeply into her, that it takes an act of God to separate us.

“I warned you a long time ago not to mess with my children,” Dad rumbles, glaring down at his once-trusted advisor. “If there will be anyone going to jail tonight it’ll be me.”

let's

lets. No apostrophe

"You and I both."

You and me both

"Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "I don't know," I giggle, my cheeks flushing again. "Like that was the first time that's ever felt that way to me?" My heart swells because I believe it. I can tell he means it by the look in his eyes.

"So you'll be my girl? Even though you once told me I'm the exact person you didn't want to be with?" She grins. "I thought you once told me you could spot a liar from a mile away."

"What if this is all wrong?" I ask. "What if it's all right?" "What if we mess this up a million different ways?" "What if we nail it every way we go at it?" he smirks. "What if you decide you hate me?" He laughs, kissing me on the nose. "What if you decide you’re going to love me forever? Because that, Ms. Baker, is what I’m going to make sure happens."

“It might have been seeing you without a shirt on. Or it might have been watching you with Huxley. But, then again,” I shrug, a smile touching my lips, “it might have been the grapes.”

“Did you mean what you said to Hux?” “I meant every last word of it.” A sparkle glimmers in her eyes. “Really?” “Speak as you find. Remember?”