Laini

“Anton, are you tired?”
“Tired?  Fuck no, I’m not tired.  Not yet anyway.  Give me an hour or two and ask me again.”
“You look tired.  You look like you could use a hot shower and a nap.  In our bed. With me.  For the rest of the night.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“You’ve got your hands full with Ayla.  The clock is ticking Pierce.  You’re the only one that can’t hear it yet.”
“I’ve got perfect hearing.”
Pierce looked over at his companion who was watching him and wondering what he’d say next.  He’d stopped just short of insulting her on several occasions this evening and she wondered when he’d cross the line.  He was a Sloan and it was coming, she could feel it.
 “Tell them Ayla.  Tell them how things are between us.  They obviously don’t believe me.”
God only knows what possessed her.
She bowed in deference to Pierce and then smiled serenely at Deacon and Dorothy.
“Gladly Pierce.”
She winked at Dorothy before saying, “I wouldn’t marry a Sloan if every other man on the planet had the last name of Marconi.”
Dorothy erupted in a giggling fit and Deacon fought to stay in control of his own laughter.
Pierce was the only one at the table that found no humor in her remark.  His eyes darkened to a violet shade of blue and he tilted his head slightly towards her.  Ayla knew that look and knew it well.  Her skin grew hot and her hands itched to touch him.  She wouldn’t though.  Not unless he gave her permission.  Even though he’d never caused her one second of pain, he was still Dominant to her Submissive.  He might be her big Teddy Bear, but she still called him Sir.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“I went crazy without you Melody and you weren’t doing so well yourself.  I’ve come to the conclusion that we can’t be apart.  We may fuss and fight, but I’d rather fight with you than live without you.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Baby, I’ve been so worried about you.  You’re not answering your phone and nobody’s heard from you in days.  What in the hell is going on?”
I kiss his neck and breathed deeply.  He smelled of the forest and Anton.  I closed my eyes hoping to memorize the scent.  He was so warm and inviting, I kissed his jaw, slowly making my way to his perfect lips.
He tilted his head slightly and touched the side of my face.  His voice was soft, his words thick and slow.
“What are you doing baby?”
“Taking advantage of you while I can.  You’ll be leaving me again soon.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because it’s always you that leaves.”
 
He leaned back and stared at me.  I thought I should say something more, but elected instead to hold my tongue for a bit.  Besides, what else was there to say?”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman