Cause all you gotta know is it’s gonna be you— and only you— until the day I die, because life did not lead me down the wrong path when I fell in love with a girl who had the sun shining in her hair who would eventually not do it for me. You’re not just enough for me. You’re everything I want. So that works for me.
Kristen AshleyBaby, bein’ seriously serious, you are the only thing in four years that has come close to getting me to a place where I can even begin to think I might be able to bear those flames.
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Then, still smiling, he kissed me. When he lifted his head he didn’t go far so I heard it when he whispered, “My reward.”
My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shit.”
His head jerked slightly and he asked, “Say again?”
“Be sweet and make me all melty and want to jump you when I’m celebrating my heretofore unknown badassness with a bunch of bikers and their bitches. Not to mention, I’m hungry.” Tack grinned as his arm snaked around me and he yanked me close.
“You wanna jump me?” he asked.
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You’re my reward.” Oh God. I liked that he thought that. Like, a lot. So I agreed, “Okay.
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I figure I’d find my way to beauty eventually. And I’d find absolution because I’d know, I earned the love of that woman, a woman who’s got so much to her it’ll take years to dig down and find the heart of her, that would be my reward.”
Ohmigod. Ohmigod! Ohmigod!
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Raiden is a silly-@ss romance novel hero’s name my Mom came up with to torture me,” he replied.
I stifled a giggle and remarked, “And Raid isn’t silly?”
He smiled. “Raid’s a bad@ss’s name.
Coulda knocked me over with a feather, the front bell went and I opened the door to that tall drink of cool water. Woke up and I knew it was a good day. Felt it in my bones. Opened the door to him, glad I was right.
Kristen AshleyI'll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion will be absofuckingmazing.
Kristen AshleyTags: raid
She stared into his eyes and announced, “A good-bye kiss.”
It was at that Raid stopped dead. “What?”
“Raiden, the gig is up,” she declared, and Raid closed his eyes.
Jesus, how could the woman be so infuriating and so fucking cute all at once?
He opened his eyes and asked, “The gig is up?”
She leaned into him and hissed, “Yes.”
Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.
He also wanted to shake her.
“Baby, it’s jig,” he corrected, and her head jerked, which made that mess of hair on her head jerk, which reminded him he wanted his hands in that hair.
Then elsewhere.
He needed to speed this shit up.
“Sorry?” she asked, sounding confused, and he looked from her hair to her eyes and saw she was, in fact, confused.
Yeah. Infuriating. And fucking cute.
“The jig is up, not the gig,” he told her.
Her eyes narrowed. “Seriously? You’re correcting my street lingo?”
“Think that street lingo was the street lingo about eight decades ago, Hanna. So now it’s just lingo.
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You’re beautiful, Finnie, but by the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool and filled with me
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