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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 21, 2018








Rahul slid his palm up the bare skin of her thigh, traversed the soft ripples of her flesh until he reached heaven. Grabbing one cheek, sinking his fingers into the ripe curve of her arse, actually made him moan against her lips. Fuck. He could feel the fabric of her knickers, cotton and unexpectedly plain and in his fucking way. He pushed as much aside as he could, and she laughed against his mouth.
"Just take them off," she whispered.
He shook his head, though he burned to do just that. "If there's something you want me to do," he murmured, "ask for it. Nicely."
He expected her to laugh or tell him to fuck off, and he knew exactly how he'd respond if she did. But Jas never did what he expected.
"Rahul," she said softly. "Take them off. Make me come. Kiss me until we fall asleep."
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➥ Jasmine (h), not going to lie, I had a little of a love/hate relationship with her. She's snarky and funny just like all of Talia Hibbert's fmcs, but I felt she was a bit blind at times and honestly a little mean 😭. I mean, she had no shame in telling the guy that she was not interested in having a relationship with him after fucking him because she "doesn't fuck her friends". But, I was very pleased by the ending and her character development, she grovels (and I actually really enjoyed that) and did many things that needed to be done. She had a difficult past too: mommy issues.
For a moment, Rahul was quiet. Then he said, his amusement clear, "So you hunted me down using you A+ spying techniques to...what, seduce me in the library?"
A reluctant smile tilted her lips. "I suppose. I mean, I wanted to make sure you weren't an arsehole, so I could...you know. Shag you senseless."
➥ Rahul (H) is such a fucking cupcake. He's so sweet I could literally cry. Talia Hibbert always writes such lovely mmcs. Not an ounce of misogyny in him. He's so pure and kind and my little pumpkin, but also real hot too gah. There are a few moments where he was a little too masculine for my taste. Idk if that even makes sense, but sometimes he has his moments where he 'growls' or something and I'm like "who took away my sweetie pie. WHO!!". Regardless, he was such a delight. I loved how terribly weak in the knees he is for Jasmine.
"You think I'm too good to share a room?"
"Not exactly what I meant." But he couldn't stop the humour creeping into his voice. "You are kind of a princess though."
Her thighs were soft and rippled with stretch marks, like waves across an ocean’s surface. He was more than ready to drown.
He raked his gaze over her, hunger in his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered.
He reached the bar and tried not to glare at the guy. Instead, he put an arm around Jasmine’s waist and bent to kiss her cheek. It was barely a kiss at all, he told himself, just a brush of the lips. When he pulled away, he studied her face for signs that she didn’t agree. That she was freaking out or pissed. But all he saw was a little smile and a glowing gaze that seemed almost…pleased. He kissed her cheek, just because it was there. It occurred to him that he was probably kissing her too much, but she hadn’t complained yet.
Thankfully, she ended up choosing a pair of huge stuffed animals. They were each the size of an average ten-year-old. Rahul wondered how he was supposed to get them in the car—until Jas turned to him with a huge smile, her arms wrapped around each chipmunk’s neck. Then he decided he’d call the things a bloody taxi if necessary.
“Behave.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “We should sleep.”
“I’m not tired.” Even though she’d been out half the night, and even though she had work tomorrow, she couldn’t just… go to sleep.
He trailed a hand over the length of her body, his palm following the curve of her hip, her thigh. “I’ll have to wear you out then.”
She snorted.
Rahul grinned. “You don’t think I can?”
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❝She captivated him at completely inappropriate moments, for no reason he could discern—not necessarily when she was prettiest. Just when she was completely herself.❞
❝He moved closer and took her hand. Just her hand. The contact shouldn’t flood him with this searing, soaring, flawless heat, shouldn’t feel like the path of a shooting star burning through the night sky. But it did.❞
She was like a river, forging its path through earth and stone; so soft, so fluid and seeming gentle, but powerful enough to mold the world to her will.
Sometimes, she didn’t want to tease and laugh and flirt with anything that moved; sometimes she wanted to lash out. He understood that. He didn’t mind that.
He thought, Kiss me. Give me something, give me a reason, give me permission, and I’ll give you everything I have.
Those were all the categories she had. He’d exhausted her options. But sometimes she thought that, if he asked, she’d build a whole new one, just for him.
In the silence and the shadows, the brush of their lips felt like something holy. Like prayers whispered into the earth, like purifying flames.
She was everything. She was a hurricane.