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454 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 8, 2015


“I am not fucking you on a bar,” she said.
Oh, there was the spitfire.
“Let’s get one thing straight now,” I said … “I do the fucking here.”
“What was that?” he asked. He didn’t stop thrusting. He went right on rocking over every tender, pulsating inch of me.
“An orgasm,” I said into the blankets. “Surely you’ve encountered more than your own, commando.”
“If that was an orgasm, it was a pathetic one,” he said, his arm snaking around my waist and hiking me up.
I looked over my shoulder at Will, horrified. “Did you just insult my orgasm?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “Now get your little ass over here. You can do better.”
Of course this asshole wasn’t finished. “And what are you getting out of this?”
He bent me over the edge of the bed, my feet not even touching the ground as he moved in me. “If you have to ask,” he grunted, “you’ve been doing it wrong.”
“All this talking makes me think you need a dick in your mouth,” he murmured.
“You’re so much … And I want all of it.”
I admired how hard she worked at that attitude. She put everything into being pissed off, and it make me want to throw her up against any of the cars in this underground garage and fuck her while she insulted me.
We heard a tremendous crack and the right side of the bed buckled beneath us. Will locked his arm around my waist as the bed teetered on a steep angle, and before we could move, the other side of the bed crumbled, too.
“That means we’re doing it right,” he said.
“I’ve spent eleven days with you in the past eight months and that’s all it took for me to fall for you. Because I’ve sent you over five thousand texts and called you two hundred and eighteen times and you know what I have to show for that? I fucking love you.”
“I love you… You are my fire and ice, my calm and chaos, my everything, and I can’t remember life before loving you. “

"Hmm," I murmured, scratching my chin while I stared at her. "You need me to tie you to the headboard again, don't you? Maybe a good, hard fuck to start the day? We can bend that bratty attitude of yours into shape."
Shannon murmured to herself, a small smile lifting her lips, and she narrowed her eyes in my direction. "That's a charming offer," she said, "but I don't think your dick can reach my attitude, let alone bend it.”
"I like you like this," I said, my fingers twisting in her hair.
"Drunk?" she asked. "I've heard that before. All of my law school friends said I was too much to deal with until I'd had a few beers."
"Relaxed," I clarified. "You're never too much for me. But right now, you just look…" I leaned back and cupped her face, my thumb sweeping across her flushed cheek as I studied her. "Like you aren't holding up the world. Like you're as sweet and simple as summer peaches. But sweet and simple are the last words I'd use to describe you. You're smart and beautiful and really fucking complicated."
"Too complicated?"
"Probably not," I said, my lips brushing over her neck. "Why don't you sit on my face while I think about it?"

‘I was drowning in Will, and as he banded his arms around me and squeezed tight for the tenth time this evening, I knew this wasn't scheduled sex anymore. It was tipping into affection and concern and other feelings.
It was scary, but then it wasn't.
I knew scary things—death and disease, violence and abuse—and this wasn't like that. This was warm and happy and special, and maybe…maybe it was finally my turn.’
"I love you," I said. I could live for centuries, and I'd never forget the way Will's eyes softened and glowed when I said those words. "And you have to know I don't come to that statement lightly, and —"
"Shut up," Will interrupted. His hands raced up my body to cup my face. "I love you, too, and I'm not listening to any opening remarks or qualifications on the matter. You are my fire and ice, my calm and chaos, my everything, and I can't remember life before loving you. Now shut up and strip, unless you want me ripping those clothes off."



