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" I don't need these," Ian said, flashing emerald in his turquoise gaze for a split second, "when I have this."
With a casual swipe of his hand, he ripped his shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Another swipe took his sleep mask all the way off. Finally, he finger-combed his shoulder-length hair and smiled at his reflection in the rearview mirror.
"I am, after all, irresistible."
I couldn't contain my snort. "I resisted you just fine the day we met, or don't you remember me sticking a knife in your chest?"
Ian smiled with lazy wickedness. "I remember, but you seem to have forgotten that you kissed me first. And thoroughly enjoyed it. "
― Jeaniene Frost , Up from the Grave (Night Huntress, #7)
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" Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of “Open this door!” had her jumping in the next second, startled.
“What the hell?” Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl.
Ian stood on the other side.
“What is wrong with you, banging on like that?” Spade demanded.
Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe.
“Paybacks,” Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling. "
― Jeaniene Frost , First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1)