Deseo a Cash con una intensidad casi enfermiza, aunque a un nivel físico; es guapo y encantador, lo que lo hace todavía más peligroso. A Nash lo anhelo con la misma fuerza; la diferencia estriba en que es el tipo de hombre que necesito en mi vida.
I have no clue. I have ovaries; therefore, I repel all things mechanical.
If you had a piece of coal, we could hold her down, shove it up her ass, and come collect a big, fat diamond in a few days.
You'd better close those lips before I'm tempted to kiss them and give you something to be all hot and bothered about.
I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold, right?" I laugh. "If that's what you're doing, I must've slept through something important," I say dryly. He quirks one eyebrow and shoots me a cocky grin. "Oh trust me, I won't let you sleep through any ...
Don't. Please don't say it." I search his eyes. For what, I don't know. "Why?" "Because I don't want you to. I need you to come back to me. Not to help me. Or to help my father. I'm done with that. I don't want your help. It all boils down to you. I ...
