I'm going to break you, Emily Cooper. I'm going to break you down and slowly build you back up. Second by second, piece by piece, and memory by memory, I'm going to make you realize you're worth what I'm going to give to you. If I have to open a dictionary every day and make you stare at the word 'worth', I'll do it... I'll even paste a picture of myself next to it.
Gail McHughBut more than anything… thank you for loving me. Thank you for your dimpled smile and your bottle caps.
Gail McHughBaited. Hook. Line. And. Mother-fucking. Sinker.
Gail McHughThough his father had told him stories about it happening, until that fateful afternoon, Gavin Blake had believed that love at first site didn’t exist.
Gail McHughI want you to give in to what I see behind your eyes every time I’m near you. I want you to give in to the way you trembled in my arms when I touched you… the way your breathing becomes faster when I look at you. I loved the way your lips felt against mine, and I’m pretty sure you did, too. I also enjoy the way I can almost feel you becoming wet for me right now. Are you going to pretend that you don’t feel anything for me, Emily?
Gail McHughAm I making it hard for you?” he asked mockingly.
“Yes, Gavin you are,” she quietly spat, her fingertips white-knuckled around her glass.
With his need for her trapped inside – blistering hot, sweltering, ready to explode – he leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “Good, because whenever you’re near me, I fucking lose every bit of self-control I have left.
Her worst nightmare and her wettest dream.
Gail McHughHer mind tried to fight a bloody battle against what her body already knew. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad.
Gail McHughThere’s not a man on Earth who doesn’t wish he was me right now. Your mind and your body will never forget the things I’m going to do to you tonight. Every…single…inch of your body is going to feel me.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yes.
Ever part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your fucking tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I'm certain that I require oxygen to breathe.
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