Elle Kennedy

Bailey went quiet, her expression softening. "You're right," she finally said. "It wouldn't have been smart.""Well, fuck me -- are you actually admitting that I was right about something?""It's like an eclipse," she muttered. "Happens every so often.

Never in her wildest dreams would she have pegged this man as a dirty talker. Just went to show that you should never underestimate the quiet ones - and never let your guard down around them either.

Kane..." she hesitated. "I lied to you last night." His green eyes searched her face. "What did you lie about?" "When I said... when I said I didn't want to kiss you again." Her breath came out in an unsteady puff. "I lied.

There's nothing childish about me, sweetheart.

Why don__ they care?_ Contempt dripped from Liam__ voice as he stared at their colleagues. __eddings? J.J.__ christening? Cate__ graduation? What the hell is wrong with them?__ laughed harshly. __he world doesn__ stop when something bad happens, bro. Life goes on. But that doesn__ mean they don__ care about him.___hey think he__ dead.___ot all of them.___ust one is enough. One person gives up and the rest fall like fucking dominoes.__iam no longer sounded angry, but anguished. Visceral sorrow polluted the air around them, and D suddenly felt like fleeing. This was why you didn__ get close to people. Liam had been fine before his friendship with Sullivan. Then he__ gone and formed a bond with the man, and now look at him. Hurting. Furious. Pathetic.D liked his teammates. He respected them. He cared whether they lived or died, and he saved their asses when their asses needed saving. He even showed up for their fucking weddings and graduations. But truly caring about them? Enough to experience genuine grief if they were gone?No, he would never let himself get that close.

It's a really nice house..." "Yeah, full of booby traps and cameras and little robots that pop out of the closets at night and murder you in your sleep." She burst out laughing. "Good point.

Are you going to put some clothes on?" she blurted out."No. Are you going to take yours off?""No.""Right. Of course not.

You can talk to me, you know. I'd never give away your secrets.""What's that saying about secrets?" she said lightly. "Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

You're so beautiful," he told her. Her laughter tickled his ears. "You realize you're looking at my back, right?" "Mmm-hmmm. And it's a very beautiful back.

I don't want you to think about anyone in your past. No now, not ever again. You deserved a hell of a lot more than any of those bastards gave you." "If it helps," she said with a faint smile, "I killed most of them.

He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, enjoying the way she shivered. "What is it?" There was a long pause, then a wobbly breath. "Why can't I resist you?" "Because you don't want to." Before she could reply, he spun her around and kissed her again.

She shook her head and said," If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that shitty things happen. You can't always stop them. They just happen. And yeah, you can let them destroy you, but what's the point? Might as well learn to deal with all those shitty things and move on." "Is that what you did?" "Yes." She paused. "And you will too. You just have to accept your loss and try your best to live out the rest of your life without letting the loss destroy you." "Easier said than done," he muttered. She laughed. "Who said life was easy?

You know, you'd do a better job of convincing the men if you dipped your wick in a pussy or two."Cillian's low voice made him tense. The man stood next to Sean's barstool, watching the sexual festivities in boredom."I have a girlfriend," he mumbled."I'm sure she won't mind."Sean glanced at the naked women littering the room, picturing the look on Bailey's face if he admitted to "dipping his wick" in a prostie. "She'd rip my balls off," he said dryly.

How's this for honesty?" Luke said abruptly. "I want you..." "I don't have sex with men I've just met," she murmured. He rested his hands on her hips, the warmth of his touch searing her flesh. "Would you consider making an exception?

You said that if..." He trailed off, his expression hesitant and oddly defiant. "You said if I kissed you again without your permission, you'd slit my throat. Is that still the case?" Surprise jolted through her, but somehow she managed to keep her voice steady. "Yes. It is." He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips. His touch was so gentle it ignited a spark of fear. "Then I guess I'll ask permission." He paused. "Can I kiss you?"... "No." she burst out, shoving his hand away. "You can't.

Is he always like this?" she said irritably. "Flying by the seat of his pants?""Pretty much, yeah." Oliver grinned. "He's not a planner. But he happens to be the best improviser I've ever known.

Stop. Talking."Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers."What would you have me do instead?""For starters? Put your mouth to better use.

When I'm feeling this way, there're only two activities that calm me down." He shrugged. "Fighting's one of them.""What's the other?" she asked, then cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.Because his green eyes were gleaming now, smoldering with sin. "What do you think, luv?"Several seconds ticked by as their gazes held."It's fucking," he drawled. "Pure, hard-core fucking.