American girls shivered and quivered at the Aussie accent whispered against their bodies.
You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.
This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—
Chocolate cake and a diamond ring? In bed with the man of my dreams?
She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.
God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.
I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.
He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,
A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.
The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.
But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.
There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.
He was the gorgeous one, brute strength wrapped into one sex god of a man.
Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.
In the span of one night, Jenny had gone from being someone he refused to touch to the woman he refused to stay away from.
Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.
You’re going to let her wander into someone else’s arms? There’s another man who could protect her better than you? Well, if that’s true—
God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.
I want us to be more spontaneous. I want the superhero to come home and take me. Nothing to do with being his wife. Everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone.
What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.
You know what? I don’t care about everyone. I never even cared about me. I cared about you.
That’ll be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.
I want no part of you? Explain that.” Because right that second, he wanted every part of her. Preferably naked.
People do man-candy model shoots that don’t look nearly a tenth as orgasm-worthy as you right now.
Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.
He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her
And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.
You’ve been drinking. Let’s go before I become the asshole prick you think I am.
There’s no other way to look at you. You’re the definition of beauty.
Friendly fire was never friendly, and it was coming. Operation Stand-and-Watch was over. Did that mean Operation Bust-His-Balls was on deck?
I thought you were more like GI Joe, but now that I know about the cape, you sound more like Superman.” Mia Kensington to Colby Winters
See, this is the thing.” He leans closer. “Me kissing you, you disappearing, that’s my nightmare.
My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe
I’ve been chasing you since before I knew what chasing a girl meant.
That tonight you’re falling asleep in my arms. Waking up the same place too.
Nicola would have to speak up, Jacob would have to shut up, and he would have to man up.