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248 pages, ebook
First published November 30, 2013
‘It’s not love, but it sure as hell is the best sex ever.’
“To the moon and back, English.”
“It’s my downfall. I like sugar. I like fast cars. I like sexy men.”
“I meant every word of it, Dylan Day. Lie to me and I’ll cut your cock off and pickle it.”
"I meant it, Dylan Day. Lie to me and I’ll cut your cock off and pickle it."
“I’d rather have ugly truths than pretty lies.”
Kara was the toughest person in the world, until she wasn’t, and then she fell to pieces. But she did it in a scary, private way that allowed her to stay looking perfect on the outside while on the inside she was broken glass.
You like things that are bad for you, English."
"It’s my downfall. I like sugar. I like fast cars. I like sexy men.
I let myself have the sugar. And the cars."
"Two out of three ain’t bad."
You like dirty talk, English?"
"You want me to tell you how good it feels to spread your legs wide open and fuck you with my fingers?” He crooked his fingers inside her, finding her g-spot and massaging it.
"You want me to tell you how much I love watching your mouth when you’re excited, and feeling your clit swell when I touch it? How much I want to lick it right now? To taste you, to feel you come in my mouth?” "Or maybe you want me to tell you how hard my cock is for you, and how it’s actually fucking hurting me because I want to screw you so badly? Is that it, Kara?"
“You like dirty talk, English?” The involuntary yelp that left her body was confirmation enough for both of them. “You want me to tell you how good it feels to spread your legs wide open and fuck you.”
“I could love you, Dylan Day.”
He kissed her again, open-mouthed, his hands in her hair. “I could love you too.”
“I’d rather have ugly truths than pretty lies.”
“Lying with you beneath the northern lights, or here beneath the Spanish sun… you’re my Viking and my sunshine.” The tears ran unchecked down her cheeks now. “You’re my hero, Lucien Knight.”
…
“You’re my fucking hero, Sophie.”
“I love you, and I want you, and I need you so much it hurts to wake up in the morning without you.”
“I know this kind of talk makes you freak out, but I'm gonna say it anyway,” Dylan said, laughing softly. “I fuckin’ love you, man.”
“Jesus Christ,” Lucien muttered…
These days, their bond ran so much deeper; as close as brothers, the best of friends.
He met Dylan’s eye in a moment of silent acknowledgement, then shuddered despite the warmth of the evening. “And now I feel like we just had sex.”
“Say you’ll never go,” he said, even though he’d promised himself he wouldn’t ask it of her.
“Tell me you want me to stay forever,” she murmured, knowing he was the love of her lifetime.
“Always, English,” he said. “Always.”