When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.
J. LynnI just didn't know how much of this I was capable of. How far this - whatever it was - would actually go before old fears overshadowed the warmth.
J. LynnHe raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.
J. LynnHis lips hovered over hers. “No,” he snarled. Madison wasn’t sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing hers, and her world became him—the touch and feel of his lips pressing down, forcing hers to respond. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a sweet exploration. It was angry and raw, breathtaking and soul burning. Right now, she didn’t want gentle. She wanted hard and fast, him and her, on the floor, even the bear rug, both of them naked and sweating.
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