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300 pages, Paperback
First published April 10, 2017
"If you're going to bust my chops, Wilder, you should know that I can give as good as I get."
"I'm a hard girl to please."
"A demanding woman indeed," he murmurs before giving me that tender type of kiss that reverberates to your toes and then all the way back up until it slams into your belly.
"Good thing I've got a big bat and know how to use it."
"I think I got to you. I think when you close your eyes, you think about me. I think you don't want to, but you do, because God knows I think about you, Scout."
"I've played on grass my whole life, Scout. There's no need for me to see what's out there when it's green beneath my feet."
"Right now, I'm going to kiss you senseless, Scout, and I want to fucking enjoy it. So, for the love of God, woman, use those lips of yours on me and not on words."
"I don't like to play by the rules. A contract is business, Scout. But this? You. Me? This is pleasure.
"He's hard lines and tanned skin. He's confidence with a half-cocked grin, and he's desire restrained with the tense set of his shoulders. His fingers flick, ready to conquer and claim, and his lips part, ready to lead the assault."
I’m putting myself out on a limb for a woman who wants to run, when for the life of me, I’ve never been one to stay. But I’m not going anywhere.
He’s hard lines and tanned skin. He’s confidence with a half-cocked grin, and he’s desire restrained with the tense set of his shoulders.
It’s going to be a bitch, isn’t it? To have to stretch me. Body to body. To have your hands on me. To have to watch me get hot and sweaty. To hear me groan when I lift weights and not remember that’s the same sound I made when I came. To rub me out—nice and slow. To be around me so much you’re sick of me, all the while denying there’s something here worth figuring out.”
We crash together in a torrent of lust and lips and tongues, where wants now become needs. Where greed becomes the game, and satisfying it becomes a by-all-means-necessary type of strategy. Where bodies mesh and meet and tease and pleasure.
I want more. I’m going to take more. Right here. Right now. On this rural country road with fireflies outside the window and the scent of her everywhere.