He 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 FitzpatrickOne more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
Becca FitzpatrickListen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—” “Sure you do.” “Well, you started it!” Lovely. Very mature.
Becca FitzpatrickI cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
Becca FitzpatrickReligion?" I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. "Not religion ... cult." "You belong to a cult?" I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn't have. "As it turns out, I'm in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I'd planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you're ready now...
Becca Fitzpatrick