She blinked open heavy-lidded eyes, brilliant morning light streaming through the crack in curtains she’d made from her childhood comforter. She still loved the elegant ballerinas and colorful butterflies. What would West think of— West! She jolted to her feet, her heart racing at warp speed. He’d moved in. He was here, tucked away in the bedroom across from hers. I look at you and I get stuck on an image of you naked in my bed. I wonder if you’ll taste sweeter than caramel, if you’ll whisper my name or scream it. If you’ll demand I give you a soft and gentle ride or a hard one. A whimper escaped her. Those words had floored her. They’d thrilled her. They’d scared the crap out of her. And really, they’d angered her. He’d looked at Tessa and seen his future. He looked at Jessie Kay and thought of sex. Because he equated her with lust and only lust. Not companionship. Not partnership. Not even happiness.
What do You think about The Harder You Fall (2015)?
