I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two. "That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch. "Then ans-s-swer it." His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that." I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us.
Becca FitzpatrickHe tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
Becca FitzpatrickI wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.
Becca FitzpatrickIโm really starting to like all this spy work,โ Vee said. โWhen my normal life gets boring, all I have to do is sidle up next to you.
Becca FitzpatrickPac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?โ In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. โBaseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?
Becca FitzpatrickYouโve never been to school, ever? If thatโs trueโ and youโre right, I donโt think it isโwhat made you decide to come this year?โ โYou....Your eyes, Nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible.โ He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. โAnd that killer curvy mouth
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