“No, baby,” he said. “I ain’t never satisfied when it comes to you. Even when I’m right there touching you, I want… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh,… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“And Jamie didn’t want her either, even though he’d kissed her like her mouth had been made of candy in the middle… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Ohhhh are you coming?” he asks me. “Oh God Mallory, I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“And there was something both frustrating and maddeningly arousing about that. His restraint made something burn low and deep in her belly,… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Either way, we wake up tangled together. He’s already kissing me, and I have no problem kissing back. In truth, I kiss… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Well, that’s good to know. ’Cause man, do I ever like looking at you.” “You do?” “Oh yeah. I like these,” he… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Kiss him back? That seemed like a ridiculously unobtainable goal. She’d only just remembered that the word was kiss , for God’s… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Oh my God, I’d forgotten what this felt like.” “Not a lot of huggers in Hollywood, huh?” “None like this—holy shit. Okay,… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Whereas this…this was wet. His lips sank into a rhythm obviously familiar to him—like a kind of slow rock over her mouth—and… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“You know, kissing,” she said, as though this was just going to be a demonstration. Which it apparently was, because suddenly she… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“All that matters is the way he’s angling my face up to his, thumb and forefinger still on my jaw and my… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Evie, stop,” he said between kisses. She should have been relieved. She should have, but really all she could feel was the… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“His head went back, on the stroke up, again. When he finally looked back at her hands still on him, and his… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don’t even…ohhhhh God. It’s all over your legs.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Am I … not what you were expecting?” Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you’re not what I was expecting.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“No, baby,” he said. “I ain’t never satisfied when it comes to you. Even when I’m right there touching you, I want more of… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“shakily. She tried not to grin, even though it was straining at her face. He wanted to play this seriously—to keep his rules while… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Oh God – accountability . Is there anything sexier on a man? Actual apologies . I could drown in him, I could.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Their legs tangle together real easy. His hand goes over hers, fingers interlacing. So natural, too, as though they’d never said a harsh word… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…” There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the dark blue… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“She loved him for doing things like calling her such a goof. He said it with such warmth and affection, as though her being… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Just that one word—sound—sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise. This is… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“There’s just the memory of that time he walked in on her while she was dressing, and afterward couldn’t string a sentence together. And… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“And yet I feel I have to ask: if this is all the case, and you are so little and so weak … why… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
