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“sometimes we do things for people we love, even though
we wouldn’t choose to do those things for ourselves.”
― Colleen Hoover, Reminders of Him

“With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. "You are more beautiful than I imagined." He tossed her bra on the floor. "And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold."
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet and sucking with gentle pulls. She unraveled in an instant, sliding her fingers through his soft hair as she rocked her hips on his cock.
"Fuck, Liam." As a rule, Daisy didn't often use the word fuck. With over a million total words in the English language, there were many better ways to express oneself, but when the man of her teenage fantasies was sucking on her nipples while squeezing her ass and grinding his thick cock against her, fuck was the perfect word to express both her emotional state---impatient, needy, and flying on an endorphin high---and her hopes for the future.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“You were more than I deserved, even though you’d argue with that.”
― Colleen Hoover, Reminders of Him

“When he returned to the bed, she drew his mouth to her breast, holding him to her as he electrified every inch of her skin with gentle nips and deep sucking pressure. Her body melted into the bed, as he kissed her all the way down, parting her legs with his broad shoulders to bare her to the magic of his tongue. He knew just where to touch, where to lick, and what she needed to send her over the edge, shattering her world into heat and light and wrenching pleasure.
"I want to be inside you." His low, gravelly whisper sent erotic tingles over her skin.
Languid with release, yet desperate for more, she answered him with a kiss. He rifled in his pocket for a condom and deftly rolled it on.
"Are you hot for me?" He pushed a thick finger inside her and the delicious sensation made her arch off the bed.
"Yes." Her words came in a breathless rush. "Now. I want you now."
"Say the magic words."
Her desire raged, fuzzed her brain with lust. "Please?"
"No."
Daisy groaned. "No games."
"Say my name."
This time there were no secrets between them. This time she wanted him for who he was.
"Liam," she murmured. "My Liam."
His heated gaze never left her as he drew up her legs and thrust deep. Molten heat streamed through her veins, threatening to incinerate her. She cupped his neck, pulling him forward. "Don't stop."
"Never." With long, powerful strokes he drove into her, stoking her passion. When her legs began to shake, he took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss, and then he hammered into her, arms corded, hips rocking, sweat beading on his brow. She grabbed his shoulders, caught his rhythm, tension spiraling inside her until she was swept away in a tidal wave of sensation, her insides clenching in a deep, pulsing rush of pleasure. Liam threw his head back, his body going rock hard as he joined her in release.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan