His lips hovered over hers. “No,” he snarled. Madison wasn’t sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Guess what, Avery?" "What?" I wondered if he could see how fast my heart was beating beneath my shirt. "Remember how you… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
You were perfect.” Cam dipped his mouth to mine. “Only because I was with you. — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Leaning back against Cam's chest, I tipped my head back and I reached up, cupping his cheek. I drew his mouth to… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I kind of missed the whole running into each other thing. Provided a lot of excitement." "I don't miss that," I admitted,… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I really don’t think you could appear any badder, Ollie.” He huffed as he kicked up his legs onto the coffee table. “At least… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“What I needed was to lose myself in a good book, one with tons of sex and angst, complete with an unbelievable happily-ever-after that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“As cocky as this sounds, I knew I could walk onto that campus and get a date with the nearest available girl. Probably even… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I never swallowed before. The idea of it wigged me out, but not with him. Apparently, it was my inner porn star.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.” “Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch. “Oh… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
