“I want to taste that sweet little mouth of yours,” he says, but he’s not done. He’s just using a dramatic pause to build the tension for the next bit. And it’s good that he does, because the next part… — 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 chin. It makes me think of someone taking a drink, only the drink in question is my lips.… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Oh God – accountability . Is there anything sexier on a man? Actual apologies . I could drown in him, I could.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
