“- We don't even like each other. - I pretty much can't stand you. And then his lips crushed to mine.” — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“You’re not too bad, Finley Sinclair.” I couldn’t have looked away from this boy if the room had caught on fire. “You’re… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“You listen to me, woman: you’re mine! I’ll not share you and, by God, we shall be married!” His mouth came down… — Shirlee Busbee Copy Share Image
“His lips crushed into hers and and he said dropping words more precious than rubies and emeralds and sapphires into her heart,… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
His lips crushed mine, powerful, hungry like if he didn't taste every inch of me he'd crumble to pieces, like we're dangling… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
“Your mother’s coming,” he said. “I know—she probably heard us arguing. Do something!” “What?” “Anything!” “Fine!” He grabbed her around the waist,… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
