Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?” Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.” “Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those...
Jacinda, will you listen to me?" "Not if your words have anything to do with 'this isn’t right' or 'Jacinda, this can’t happen between us.
He's naked," she said in a whisper louder than a yell. "He knows," Cyrus said. "Does he want a blanket?" "Apparently not.
How? Give me permission, tell me it’s okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me, and f**k you until you can’t see straight.
Tell me what you want?” His breath was warm against her lips. “I want you.” “How? Give me permission, tell me it’s okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me, and f**k you until you can’t see straight.” “Yes, yes, pl...
I’m going to kiss you, and we’re going to see just how moved on you are.
