Only for you, fan-girl.” He tossed her towel. “And I like when you blush, so go ahead. Mop my sweat, you kinky beast.”
-Michael Flynn, Willing Victim
His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.
Cara McKennaBehind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion...
Cara McKennaHis mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain.
Cara McKennaWhat we got,' Kelly said, 'we're stuck with it, even if our stubborn, rational brains might decide we're through. It'll always be there, whether we like it or not.
Cara McKennaHis sharp eyes scanned everything, but they didn’t dart. Nothing about him promised sudden movement...
Cara McKennaWell, draw yourself a pretty little blueprint and do me a favor and don’t show it to me. I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don’t care much for thinking.
Cara McKennaYou taste so fucking amazing.” He brought his head up and Laurel could see the violent rise and fall of his chest. “Sit on my face,” he said.
Cara McKennaAnd I’ll tell you now, I won’t be calling you tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, so don’t get in a stink when I don’t. None of the normal dating rules apply to this.
Cara McKennaI’m a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I’m not a mind reader, so I need some help.
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