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" No. What he did out there, that wasn't okay with you. Jesus. I could see it in your eyes, your body, the way your fucking hands shook." He heaved a deep breath, like he was attempting to calm himself. "And if it wasn't okay with you, it's sure as hell not okay with me." Closer, yet. So close his chest brushed hers. "In point of fact, I have a major fucking problem with a male forcing a woman to do anything," he said, his eyes burning with molten silver. "But let me be clear, Crystal. Seeing him all over you like that would do bad things to me even if you wanted his attention. So my intentions here" --he pursed his lips and shook his head-- "they're not all honorable. Because I want you. I want you so bad I can hardly breathe. "
― Laura Kaye , Hard as You Can (Hard Ink, #2)
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" Peeking into the living room through the bathroom's connecting door, she called out, "You gonna be okay out there, Owen?"
He was lying on his back, long flannel-pajama-clad legs crossed at the ankle and arm up over hi head. Cover off to the side. No shirt. Jeez, his chest was broad and defined, stomach cut with ridges of muscles. He turned a lazy gaze from the fire to where she stood in the doorway.
"I'm god. Thank you, for everything."
Good, indeed. She'd never look at that couch the same way again. She hugged herself. "Okay, well, give a shout if yuo need anything, or just help yourself. G'night. "
― Laura Kaye , North of Need (Hearts of the Anemoi, #1)
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" We have to go. I know." She reared back and met his gaze. "Oh, my God. Do you think your friends will know?"
Marz tried to hold back his reaction. He really fucking did. But a grin that big wasn't staying under wraps. "Probably. And now they're all a bunch of jealous bastards."
She slapped his chest and buried her face. "Oh, my God."
He was having none of it. Tipping her chin, he arched an eyebrow. "No shame, Emilie. Not for this."
"No," she said. "Never for this."
They made quick if somewhat wobbly work of putting themselves back together, and Emilie zipped up her suitcase.
"So, uh, big plans?" he asked, pointing at the spilled condoms before she'd finished closing her bag.
Emilie rolled her eyes and smiled. "My best friend Kelly told me to be bold and be prepared."
Marz laughed. "I like her already." And then he pulled Emilie in for one last, searing kiss. The kind that has his body stirring already again despite his utter exhaustion.
Then he grabbed her suitcase for her and they made their way downstairs. Where there was a whole loots staring off at the ceiling, faking napping, and whistling going on. Fuckers. "
― Laura Kaye , Hard to Come By (Hard Ink, #3)
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" We have to go. I know." She reared back and met his gaze. "Oh, my God. Do you think your friends will know?"
Marz tried to hold back his reaction. He really fucking did. But a grin that big wasn't staying under wraps. "Probably. And now they're all a bunch of jealous bastards."
She slapped his chest and buried her face. "Oh, my God."
He was having none of it. Tipping her chin, he arched an eyebrow. "No shame, Emilie. Not for this."
"No," she said. "Never for this."
They made quick if somewhat wobbly work of putting themselves back together, and Emilie zipped up her suitcase.
"So, uh, big plans?" he asked, pointing at the spilled condoms before she'd finished closing her bag.
Emilie rolled her eyes and smiled. "My best friend Kelly told me to be bold and be prepared."
Marz laughed. "I like her already." And then he pulled Emilie in for one last, searing kiss. The kind that has his body stirring already again despite his utter exhaustion.
Then he grabbed her suitcase for her and they made their way downstairs. Where there was a whole loots staring off at the ceiling, faking napping, and whistling going on. F*@kers. "
― Laura Kaye
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" I love you," she whispered against his chest.
He hugged her tighter, and then drew in a deep breath. "And Iiiiiiiiiii-ee-iiii will always love yoooooooou," he sang, or rather butchered, the old Whitney Houston song.
Impossibly, Emilie burst out laughing. "Oh, God, that's horrible Derek." She pushed out of his arms, grasped one of the pillows from the edge of the bed, and planted it over his head. He continued to warble from under the cotton, and Emilie couldn't stop laughing.
Their playfulness quickly escalated into a pillow fight, and then a wrestling match, and of course she ended up underneath him.
Win-win in her book. "
― Laura Kaye , Hard to Come By (Hard Ink, #3)