No one who’s been into music ever really stops being into it. It’s in your soul forever. Maybe it gets buried deep under piles of shit for a while, but it’s always there, waiting to make you happy again.
She lifted her chin; her head weighed fifty pounds. “You tried to poison me.” Pretty sure I succeeded in that.
Luke’s eyes were on a government position in DC, while all Natalie wanted was help make the world a sweeter place.
You have no idea what I’m thinking,” he said. “No idea what I’m feeling — about you.” He walked to her, reached out and touched her cheek. “But we both need to find out.
I love hugging you,” Luke said. “I love how our bodies fit when we’re still…I feel like a broken record when I say I know there are a hundred reasons why we shouldn’t but Nat, I really want to kiss you.
Your head can’t do a relationship and my heart can’t.
We’re not thirteen and this isn’t a locker room.” “Fine, fine. Just remember, I had to watch Dr. Phil with Mom for two months after I had knee surgery. I’m practically a psychiatrist.
The way he looked at her made her heart beat fast. “I like you, Natalie.” She could not let that mean anything to her. “That’s natural. I’m likable.
He pointed past her shoulder. “We’re surrounded by neighbors. Though once I have you inside, the walls are thick. You’ll have to scream really loud for anyone to hear.
She kissed her teenage fantasy, the popular boy she used to dream would see something special in her and love her forever. The man kissed her back.
Hmmm, you like that,” he whispered, his breath hot and intoxicating. “I like … everything.
You’re head can’t do a relationship and my heart can’t.
First one of you to call me Yoko,” Todd warned as he stepped up, “is a dead man.
Her arms slid around my back and I heard the softest moan in my ear as she snuggled into my chest. Her mouth pressed to my neck, not kissing, just…there. On me.Dammity-damn-damn-damn.
He wished he was doing much more than kissing the back of her silky hand, though throwing her on the bar and devouring her like a man-eater wasn’t a wise option.But… he was only human.
I don’t spill my drinks on just any man, you know.” She touched his cheek. “only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.
I want you alone,” he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, “on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights… rocking on the waves.
Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with —even when they weren’t even touching —was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?
His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldn’t have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.
I think you look…very nice.” the way he said it, with a slight pause and that sexy accent, made Sharona forget all about jet lag. Instead, she was on high flirt alert.
Think of it this way,” he rubbed a fist under his square jaw, “If we hadn’t been on the same flight or at the same hotel, you would’ve had no one to spill your drinks on.
If your heart loses the ability to trust, you’ll never love again.
Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.“Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.
She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.
The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.
Much to her dismay, he was even better looking up close. The kind of sexy that made panties fly on stage. The kind of sexy that made her want to say, “Screw you!” to her twenty-four more man-less days.