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The Hate Vow
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“I almost kissed you today,” he said, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I really wanted to.”
My lips fell open, as I found I needed to remind myself to breathe, as my lungs still weren’t working properly again. “I know you did.”
“I want to now,” he admitted, his thumb just grazing the plump edges of my mouth. His tongue slipped out, and he licked his own lower lip. “But I won’t. Not until you ask me.”
― The Hate Vow
My lips fell open, as I found I needed to remind myself to breathe, as my lungs still weren’t working properly again. “I know you did.”
“I want to now,” he admitted, his thumb just grazing the plump edges of my mouth. His tongue slipped out, and he licked his own lower lip. “But I won’t. Not until you ask me.”
― The Hate Vow
“He propped a hand against the window, encasing me against its corner. “I remember everything about you, Jane.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe properly. That’s what happens when you have six feet, two inches of beautiful blond man cornering you against a window on a summer day, gazing at you with the reminder that he once knew your entire soul.”
― The Hate Vow
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe properly. That’s what happens when you have six feet, two inches of beautiful blond man cornering you against a window on a summer day, gazing at you with the reminder that he once knew your entire soul.”
― The Hate Vow
“Can’t quite keep your cool anymore, can you, Petri?” I jabbed back, before nipping his lip.
Eric yelped, but delivered each kiss, bite for bite, bruise for bruise. His hands flew everywhere. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, Jane.”
“You look like the dad from Full House.”
Another growl. “You look like a Powerpuff Girl fucked a Betty Boop impersonator.”
I yanked on his tie. “Cartoons? Really? Come up with something better than that, you polo-wearing twat.”
The hand in my hair twisted. “Please. You have ten different colors in your hair. You look like Rainbow Brite on acid.”
“Better than being a poster child for the Gestapo!” My hand slid roughly into his pants and took hold of him—anger, it seemed, turned Eric the fuck on. Well, that made two of us.”
― The Hate Vow
Eric yelped, but delivered each kiss, bite for bite, bruise for bruise. His hands flew everywhere. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, Jane.”
“You look like the dad from Full House.”
Another growl. “You look like a Powerpuff Girl fucked a Betty Boop impersonator.”
I yanked on his tie. “Cartoons? Really? Come up with something better than that, you polo-wearing twat.”
The hand in my hair twisted. “Please. You have ten different colors in your hair. You look like Rainbow Brite on acid.”
“Better than being a poster child for the Gestapo!” My hand slid roughly into his pants and took hold of him—anger, it seemed, turned Eric the fuck on. Well, that made two of us.”
― The Hate Vow
“Once upon a time,” I said as I slowly drifted my mouth around the edges of his lips, “you used to know how to quiet this crazy mind of mine. You knew how to own it. Did you forget?”
Eric was a statue, but his eyes were stars. “Absolutely not.”
― The Hate Vow
Eric was a statue, but his eyes were stars. “Absolutely not.”
― The Hate Vow
“We passed one couple who were practically horizontal over the pier railing. They didn’t stop. I bit my lip as we passed, trying to ignore the ache flowering in my lower belly. It had been humming there all night.
“Remember when that was us?”
Eric was watching the same couple with…was that longing in his gray eyes? He chewed absently on his lower lip for a minute and squeezed my hand a little harder.
“A bit, yeah,” I said. “We had a little more style, though. You were never one for PDA, to start.”
“I had you in that alley in Allston once. Behind the bakery, remember?”
“Had me? What am I, a pastry?”
The right side of his full mouth tugged up in a smirk. “What do you want me to say? I pounded you like bread dough?”
“I believe the term is ‘fucked,’ sir,” I proclaimed. “It was a shag fest.”
― The Hate Vow
“Remember when that was us?”
Eric was watching the same couple with…was that longing in his gray eyes? He chewed absently on his lower lip for a minute and squeezed my hand a little harder.
“A bit, yeah,” I said. “We had a little more style, though. You were never one for PDA, to start.”
“I had you in that alley in Allston once. Behind the bakery, remember?”
“Had me? What am I, a pastry?”
The right side of his full mouth tugged up in a smirk. “What do you want me to say? I pounded you like bread dough?”
“I believe the term is ‘fucked,’ sir,” I proclaimed. “It was a shag fest.”
― The Hate Vow
