Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?
Jill ShalvisYou came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it." "What about you? What about a relationship with you?" He pulled back to look into her face as if memorizing her features. His voice, when he spoke, was low and gravelly with emotion. "I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.
Jill ShalvisSorry,โ he said. โLet me drop the belt-" โNo.โ She held on when he would have pulled away. โDonโt. I like it.โ Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. โThe tool belt turns you on.โ โNo.โ She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. โLittle bit.
Jill ShalvisIn his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.
Jill ShalvisItโs frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
Jill ShalvisShe had time to make room for him in her closet. The cat had time to get used to him. They had all the time they needed, because he'd told her he was hers, and he was a man of his word. "I've got all I need," she told him. He leaned down and kissed her again, then stroked a finger over her temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I want you to know," he said. "That you're the best choice I ever made." "No regrets?" "No regrets.
Jill Shalvis