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303 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 17, 2013
DULL. POINTLESS. WASTE. OF. TIME.
”Are you waiting for marriage?”
“No.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I’m just waiting for love.”
But don’t you think that’s extreme?” I asked. He rolled his eyes, like he’d heard that one before, too. Probably from the hordes of girls that wanted him so badly. But still, I tried making my point. ”There’s plenty of good birth control out there, and lots of people are having sex and not getting pregnant.”
“Like you?”
”Avery, I have this overwhelming need… to be inside you.” I melted into the covers, my body becoming liquid. “Will you let me?”
”Jesus, Avery, you feel fucking incredible.”
”Fuck, baby, I’m so deep.”
”You’re so warm, Avery. God, so warm.”
”Oh God, Avery.” He thrust himself back inside, the tempo controlled and deliberate. “You… I… Jesus, this is unbelievable.”
'I'm sorry you have to be attracted to someone like me. I can't be that girl for you, Bennett.'
'You can't, or you won't?'
'Both.'
„What made you want to kiss me?” I whispered. I wasn’t even sure he heard me, until he finally spoke.
„Explosive chemistry… powerful conversations… beautiful”
"I was jumping off a cliff, sinking, drowning, and couldn't care less about being saved as long as he kept kissing me."
"Guys were easy to figure out-at least in the hormonal sense. You needed only appear helpless or horny, and their pants instantly dropped to their ankles."
"When he reached over to turn the volume on the remote, his thigh rubbed again my shorts and I nearly flinched.
I was like some lovesick tween desperate to have my crush finally notice me."
"Bennett was kissing the shit out of me and I couldn't breathe but I didn't care because if this is what kissing felt like, I could get my fill of oxygen later.
He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, and then my top lip, taking his time sucking each one of as my fingers dug deeper into his neck.
His hands never traveled south even though I would have welcomed them. All of his focus was on my lips. And then on my neck. And then on my ear. His hot breath making my toes curl.
This man knew how to kiss."
My gaze locked on the guy entering the back door through the kitchen. A red baseball cap was slung low on his head and inky black curls escaped beneath it. His arms were muscular, and his charcoal T-shirt hugged his lean chest. He was Grade A Prime Meat and probably knew exactly how to put those full lips to good use.
"I like when you wear your hair down." He twined his fingers through the ends of my curls and it sent a shiver ricocheting through my body.
"You haven't come up," he breathed against my ear.
"I figured it was time to be a big girl and sleep in my own bed," I said.
"Understood." He held on to my waist and swayed along with me. His fingers trailed beneath the hem of my shirt and a couple of inches upward. I found to keep my breaths under control.
"I know this is going to sound crazy," he whispered. "But I kind of missed you."
~ Because I was so not ready for someone as amazing as Bennett Reynold. And I never would be. I was fucked up, and it wouldn't take him long to figure that out and hit the road. ~
~ "They don't make me feel anything. Not one. Damn. Thing." I shove against his chest and his face crumpled. "But you…. You already own a piece of me. Don't you get it? I yelled, stumbling back. ~
~ As I sat there listening to him, something profound happened in the very centre of me. Stuff began rearranging and clicking into place. My heart burst through my chest and landed at Bennett's feet- asking, pleading, begging him to smooth out her creases, sooth all her wounded parts and med her shattered centre.
~ He has somehow embedded himself beneath my skin, made me feel secure and protected, and here I was telling him one of my deepest, darkest secrets. ~
~ "There's a kind of love that's unhealthy all- consuming. You give up entirely who you are for that other person.
And the other kind of love is freeing. It allows yo to be your best self. Your seamless when you're with the person you love unfathomably- but never invisible." ~
My gaze locked on the guy entering the back door through the kitchen. A red baseball cap was slung low on his head and inky black curls escaped beneath it. His arms were muscular, and his charcoal T-shirt hugged his lean chest. He was Grade A Prime Meat and probably knew exactly how to put those full lips to good use.
"You're a tattoo artist?" Holy Mother of God, this man just got hotter. I looked at his arms but saw no telltale signs. "I'd think you'd have more tats on you."
My fingers slid over the back of my ear near the tattoo I'd gotten when I'd turned eighteen and finally escaped my mother's house. He'd probably think it was amateurish at best.
"Nah, just a couple of well-placed ones." His cheeks pinched into a grin and he looked down at his feet, almost shy about it. His teeth were perfectly white and straight and mesmerizing. "Sometimes less is more, you know."
You know, some guys like to take things a bit slower."
Was this guy for real? Suddenly I felt like a bonafide man-eater. A Slutasaurus rex.
"Huh, guess I didn't take Nate as the relationship type of guy," I said. A deep shade of plum tinged his cheeks. We were speaking in code here, but we both knew the real deal. "And just by association, as Nate's friend, I figured you must be the same way."
"Not true. I'm a commitment kind of guy." His voice was low and smooth, like he was very sure of himself on that one point. "If the right girl comes along."
"I can't stop thinking about you." He placed his head in his hands. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met."
Would Rebecca try to move in on him? Would he let her today?
"No," he said, meeting my eyes. "Never."
Had I said that out loud?
Or was he just reading my mind?
"I...I...what?"
"I know what you're thinking." He released his grip, and my muscle quivered from the contact.
I still couldn't get any damn words out. "I wasn't..."
"I wouldn't do that, Avery. Even if I'm still ticked and unsure about things. He jammed his hands in his pockets and then clenched his jaw. "Because all day, every day, you're still stuck in my head--in my every damn thought."
"I said I was a virgin, Avery. Not a saint."
“I want something real, ” he whispered. “And I’m willing to wait for it.”
My throat closed up at his words.
“Are you … waiting for marriage?”
“No.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I’m just waiting for love.”