Hunter's stomach was perfection—each taut muscle tight and totally lickable. Not that I'd ever licked a man's stomach before, but now I got why someone would want to. I was in six-pack heaven.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutYou're not going to answer me?" Or do I need to repeat myself for a third time? It's okay. I like to hear myself talk.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutEven with all the crazy stuff happening recently, beneath the sorrow and the anger, I was still a red-blooded, twenty-three-year-old woman sitting in front of a man, who may not be a hundred precent human but had to have caused a panty-dropping crisis across the universe.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutAt least I now knew that the male species were asses no matter what planet they hailed from.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutHunter smirked. "Nice to see you, too, Paris."
Paris? All I could think of was Orlando Bloom and Brad Pitt.
Well, the good guys really weren't typical. They really weren't the good guys at all, but if I discovered anything, there was no such thing as white and black. There was a lot of gray in the middle.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutI reached for my daggers and realized, like a total tool, I’d thrown them somewhere over yonder in a fit of an “I am so awesome” and “who needs daggers when I have akasha fingers of power?” ego trip.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutTags: alex
Your arrogance is rooted in stupidity.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutI stared at him in disbelief and sputtered, "You can't - Get off!"
One single brown arched up. "I can't get off? Oh, I most definitely can get of.
Finished with the fries, I licked the salt off my finger as I lifted my gaze.
Aiden's eyes flared silver, and something warm unfurled in my stomach. I put my other finger to my lips—
Holy baby daimons everywhere, what the hell was I doing? I grabbed a napkin, wiping furiously at my fingers. Across from me, heat roared off Aiden.
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