Adding more names to my book boyfriend list... Dalton and Easton aka Cross ❤️🫦❤️🫦
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Dalton Eros - I quickly realize just how attractive he is. Hell, he’s fucking gorgeous with his tanned skin and bright blue eyes. He’s got that whole smoldering Flynn Ryder thing going on and, judging by the flirty smile he gives me when his head snaps up, I’d dare say this guy is one hell of a ladies’ man.
His blazing blue stare locks onto mine, and I suck in a shallow gasp, not understanding this strange rush I get from simply being in his presence. I’m completely captivated, completely mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
He smells incredible and towers over me, yet I feel safe in his arms, and damn, it’s clear from the way he feels beneath my fingers just how strong he is.
He’s everything. Gorgeous, strong, tall, and looks that could kill. There’s a hint of danger about him, but not in the same way as my three stalkers. This is much worse. A man like this has the ability to reach right into my chest, take my heart, and shatter it between his fingers, and because of that, I need to keep my distance.
He’s not just gorgeous, he’s delicious. Tall, muscled, and holy hell, the smoldering thing is even better than I remember. Dark pants and a black shirt hug his body, and I find myself desperate to tear it off him with my teeth.
“Why do you call me Firefly?”
“The reason I call you Firefly,” he murmurs, his voice so soft I can barely hear him, “is because when I first saw you walking through the darkness, you lit up the night like a fucking firefly.”
“I’m gonna be real with you, Firefly. I don’t know what the fuck I want, but what I do know is that every time you’re around me, I want to be close to you. I want to hear your thoughts, and when you get all fired up the way you do . . . fuck, babe, it gets me hard.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I sink into him, his kiss as magical as the first snowfall of winter. He’s dominant and forceful, just as he was up on the roof and in the elevator, but there’s something different here. Something real.
It’s official; I am undeniably addicted to Dalton Eros.
This line is shorter, cutting through the other, and as he lifts the blade off my thigh and peers down at it, I realize it’s a cross.
Easton Cross. He’s branded me with his name. He claimed me, made me his.