kate-meader

You__e going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross.___othin_ average about that kiss.__he sighed. __on__ beg. It__ so unTexan.

Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I__ finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette.

And then that mouth was speaking Russian, rough, sexy, sweet nothings that drove her wild. Forced out all common sense. His mouth trailed her jaw, delivering little nips and hot licks to her neck.__ella___omething in Russian___ella___ore Russian___ella._ As if one language was inadequate to express how she affected him.

Flynn was kissing her again, not to help her forget but to force her to remember. Everything he had meant to her then. Everything he meant to her now. How he always had been, and forever would be, her world.

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I__e ever done. Falling is easy. Staying that way is hard. But I__e been choosing hard all my life, so why the hell would the life I make with the woman who completes me be any different? I love you like a madman. You__e the air I breathe, my next heartbeat, and I__ never letting go.

Those blue pools still wavered between her eyes and mouth. ____ gonna kiss you now, minou.__he might have nodded. She might have blinked. One for yes, two for hell yeah.

Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.__he sighed. __uch a romantic.