You'll become the center of someone's world one day. And he'll be the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth.
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I shot him a look. "That bouncer was really big."
His lips quirked. "Oh, Kitten, see, I try not to say bad things."
"What?"
The grin spread. "I would say size doesn't matter but it does. I would know." he winked, and I let out a disgusted groan. He laughed.
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Me tomó alrededor de una hora y media escabullirme para alejar a Daemon de mi mama.
Tal vez no debería preocuparme sobre ella y Will. A lo mejor necesitaba preocuparme sobre ella y Daemon.
Una puma.
Él me bajó y alzó la mano, metiendo el pelo detrás de mi oreja. Su mano se detuvo. —Me gusta cuando eres feliz, y si puedo hacer algo pequeño para que lo seas, entonces lo haré.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutDawson se movió, dejando caer su cabeza entre sus manos.
—¿Alguna vez paras de hablar?
—Cuando estoy durmiendo —replicó Blake. —Y cuando estés muerto —agregó Daemon—. Tú pararás de hablar cuando estés muerto.
—Sonreíste. —Sus dedos se arrastraron a lo largo de mi mejilla, luego bajaron a mi garganta. Abotonó mi suéter rápidamente—. No has estado sonriendo mucho. Extraño eso, así que decidí premiarte por hacerlo.
—¿Premiarme? —Reí—. Dios, sólo tú pensarías que besar a alguien es un premio.
—Sabes que lo es. Mis labios cambian vidas, nena.
Sus ojos buscaron los míos.
—Gracias.
—¿Por qué? —Me encantó la sensación de sus brazos alrededor de mí y cómo encajé contra él, duro contra blando.
Pasó sus dedos sobre mi brazo, y quedé impresionada con la forma en que podía hacerme temblar.
—Por todo —dijo.
Regocijo aumentó dentro de mi pecho, y mientras estábamos en los brazos del otro, nuestras respiraciones salían entrecortadas, nuestros cuerpos entrelazados, todavía no podíamos conseguir lo suficiente el uno del otro. Nos besamos. Hablamos. Vivimos.
Warmth slid through my veins as my body tensed in a welcomed, delicious way.
My eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed mine once and then twice, as if he was getting reacquainted with the feel of them. The slight, barely there touch was nerve racking.
Cam shifted his weight onto his left arm and with his other hand, he spread his fingers along my cheek. He placed a kiss to the corner of my lips and the other side before sliding his hand back around the nape of my neck. His lips moved along my jaw, trailing a fiery path to my ear. A shiver danced along my skin, eliciting a deep, husky chuckle from him. His lips pressed against the sensitive spot under my ear, and a moan crawled up my throat.
“Goodnight, Avery.”
And then he kissed me—kissed me like he’d had right before he’d left the night of our date. Kissed me like he was a man starving for oxygen and I was the only air he needed to breathe. The hand around my neck held me there, raised up on my elbows as his mouth devoured mine. And that was the only word I could use to accurately explained how he kissed me.
Cam devoured me.
Rising up, I kissed Daemon's cheek. "No one trusts him, but you can't threaten him every five seconds."
"Yes, I can.
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Cromwell raised a brow. "You can't even boil an egg, son." He paused. "Or toast bread without burning it."
I couldn't help it, I laughed. "Nice."
Hayden frowned at me. "I can toast bread."
"You tried to shove a fork in the toaster to get your bread out- that was only a few years ago."
"Oh. Wow." I grinned at Hayden.
"Thanks, Dad." Hayden pushed himself off the counter.
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