Laura Kaye

You aren't getting my cock until you come again. I want you to come so hard my whole hand is wet with it.

Since he couldn't give in to what he really wanted from Kady Dresco, he picked on her and snarked at her and generally gave her grief. And she gave it right back. Sometimes he thought they were engaged in one long round of mental foreplay.

White undershirt. Dark-framed glasses. Sneak peeks at black boxers. Really? How much more was a girl supposed to be able to take before she either spontaneously combusted or found a shower with a removable showerhead?

Since he couldn't give in to what he really wanted from Kady Dresco, he picked on her and snarked at her and genreally gave her grief. And she gave it right back. Sometimes he thought they were engaged in one long round of mental foreplay.

She couldn__ actually think of a time when Colton Brooks hadn__ owned a little piece of her heart.

I think the universe might be sending us a sign.

If you crack a joke right now I swear I will knee you in the junk.

The guy in your book? I__ that guy,_____e never done any of the stuff in that book,_ she said, __ut I want to. I__e wanted to for a while.

Colton Brooks kissed in an all-consuming way that stole her breath, demanded her surrender, and blocked everything else until the only thing she saw or heard or felt or knew was his lips, his tongue, his hands, his body.Him.

It was one thing to jack off. It was another thing to jack off and not secure your shit before you opened a goddamned door. That was like, Puberty 101. Or Being a Guy 101. Or Basic Fucking Common Sense 101.

Though in fairness, before tonight she wouldn't have known exactly how to classify them. Sorta childhood friends through her brother, turned business rivals who had absolutely incendiary chemistry when they let it loose, which was almost never. Yeah, that wasn't unclear at all... Sarcasm. Kady's second-favorite __sm.

I want to make you hold onto that bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don't know your own name. -Nick Rixey

Sometimes distance was easier than acting, or explaining.

Love...love is the only thing that doesn't hurt. So many people are afraid of it. I think I was five years ago. Afraid that loving you would hurt me, one way or the other. But love doesn't hurt. Abuse hurts, and loneliness hurts, and jealousy hurts, and lies hurt. But love? Love heals. Love puts back together things that were broken before. Which is what you've done for me. So promising you, that's easy. I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. No matter what.

Got nothing to say now, huh? Figures." She snorted. Hearing voices was one thing, but talking back to them probably hiked her up to a whole new level of psychosis. Awesome.

Opening the freezer, Easy smiled. God bless the Rixeys_ ice-cream addiction. There were so many containers, it seemed entirely plausible that they__ robbed an ice-cream delivery truck. He sorted through the tubs until he found a container of chocolate. Bingo. Next, he grabbed the milk from the fridge. And then he opened a bunch of cabinets until he found a blender at the back of one of them. The layer of dust on its surfaces told of how long it had gone unused. He rinsed and wiped it off, then brought the detachable pitcher to the other counter, where the ice cream lay waiting. Shane__ expression was two seconds away from amused. __ot a word, McCallan._ He held up his hands and shook his head, but he couldn__ hold back the smile. Fucker. Scoop, scoop, scoop, milk. Lid on, Easy placed the container on the blender and hit mix. Two minutes later, he had something approximating a very thick milk shake. He spooned it into a glass, then gathered the bagel and soup. Next he built his sandwich, sneaking pieces of beef and cheese as he worked. __amn, that looks good,_ Shane said, pushing off the stool and grabbing a plate for himself. __hink I__l make some food for me and Sara, too._ Easy suddenly felt less self-conscious with Shane making food for his woman, too. Whoa. He froze with a piece of rye bread in his hand. Jenna was not his woman. But maybe she could be. Slapping the bread on top of the lettuce, Easy__ thoughts spun__e came up with lots of reasons why it probably wasn__ a good idea, but that didn__ make him want it any less. Mid-sandwich-making, Shane spoke in low, even tones. __e don__ have to do that thing where I tell you to handle Jenna with care if you__e thinking of starting something with her, do we?_ For. Fuck. Sake. Not that Easy was particularly surprised by the question. Hadn__ he been half expecting it? And, his brain noted with interest, it wasn__ a warning off. __ope._ __ didn__ think so,_ Shane said in that same casual, even tone. __ see how protective you are of her, Easy, and I__ glad for that. I know you__l treat her right, so I__ not saying a thing about it, except handle with care._ Nodding, Easy concentrated on making the floor stand still under his feet. __ like her, Shane,_ he finally said, echoing the conversation he and Shane had had a few nights ago about Shane__ growing feelings for Sara. And, well, hi, how ya doin_, Mr. Hypocrite, Easy had told Shane he had to come clean with the team. Despite the fact that Easy hadn__ done so himself. Still. __eah,_ Shane said, clapping him on the back of the neck and squeezing. __ know._ Wow.From the thin cabinet next to the oven Easy retrieved a baking sheet to use as a tray. Improvisation he could do. He loaded it down with everything he thought they__ need, lifted it into his arms and then he was all about getting back to Jenna.

Don't stop talking to me, Makenna. I need your words. Your voice.""I don't know what to say is all. I want to take away your hurt."His cheek lifted into a smile under her hand. "Thank you. But sometimes I think I need it. It reminds me I'm alive. And it makes the good times that much better. Like right now, being here, with you.

She__ found him. She__ helped him. She__ saved him. He was hers. And they__ taken him away, ripped him from her arms, literally.