romance

He stared at her. __ow is it that you__e cute, sexy as hell, and smarter than anyone I know?__he gave him a small smile. __t__ a gift.

I believe in a world where love can still catch you off guard and where the best part is the falling stage. Those shy glances, the racing heart, flushed cheeks, and the butterflies? That's magic.~Sarah Brocious on More Than Scars

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn__ want it to stop.Any of it.

Okay, time to play doctor.__er entire body quivered, sending __es please_ vibes to her brain. Luckily her mouth intercepted them. __ure, if I can be the doctor.__is mouth curved. ____ willing to take turns, but me first.

She gulped her whiskey sour. The bar was hot tonight.CJ circled back to check on them. "You ladies doing okay?""Define okay." Natalie's whiskey seemed to be talking. Because the whiskey was the only thing that could've put that husky, suggestive tone in her voice. Yep, that was all the whiskey.He propped his elbows on the bar, which put his face level with hers, and fixed his undivided attention on her. There went her lady bits fanning themselves. With a few added whimpers. They remembered what his hands and body and lips felt like too."Content." His voice was low and raw, his gaze penetrating and unwavering. "Happy. Completely, one hundred percent satisfied."Her mouth went dry while the rest of her went up in needy flames that made her want to scratch the all-but-gone rash he'd tended so well on Monday."Nope," Natalie squeaked. "Not okay then.

Beatrice did something to him, reduced him to his basic animal self, but he needed to purge his out of control feelings, not amplify them.

Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. __ou going to teach me how to have fun, Pru?_ he asked in that low, husky voice.

Leo was a force of nature. He lived life big and loud in all respects_which meant that when he got riled up, everyone was sucked into the vortex along with him. His temper was legendary, but then again, so were his passions. He was charming and charismatic, brilliant and quick. He loved to argue, loved to box and work out, loved to laugh, loved to_love. And from the day they__ met, he__ swept her up into his whirlwind sphere, and she felt like she hadn__ been allowed a second to breathe since. Not that she__ minded, not while it had all still been safe and contained. She__ delighted in his passions_all of them. But everything was different now.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she__ ever tasted.

When our fears collided so did our souls.

She scooted up tighter and kissed him, hearing the stomp and rhythm of lust pulse in her blood. A rhythm as primitive as time.

The only confession Jolene had ever wrenched from him was that he had cared about her.

She kissed him tonight, just like she had the first time twelve years ago, with everything she had.

Here__ a little secret. He does care about you, but he cares about you for himself. He__ keeping you safe on a shelf. I bet he interferes with any guy who might show you some attention while he goes out with every pair of perky tits that steps in his path. He may even marry you someday because I__ guessing you and your cardigans are his parents_ wet dream, the perfect ideal of wifey material, but he will own you, D__rcy. Trust me on this. I know what I__ talking about. Is that what you want? Do you even know what you want?

When I kissed you the day I left, I swear to God you stripped me bare.

This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged.

Ugh. You__e being . . . you.___as that in English?___his is all your fault.___ope. Definitely not English.___ou__e being all hot and sexy, dammit,_ she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. __nd I can__ seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She__ amused him again.