Arrogance can be deadly.โ The corners of his mouth crept up. โBut you didnโt hear me say that.
Becca FitzpatrickYou should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
Becca FitzpatrickYou keep life on a short leash.โ โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ โYouโre scared of what you canโt control.
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 could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.
Becca Fitzpatrick