When I speak, my voice is as husky as I’ve ever heard it. His arm muscles bulge as he strokes his hands down my hair, and I’m as unraveled as my bun. His torso is so tight and so solid it seems as impenetrable as a steel wall, as if nothing can ever hurt him. A thin sheen of sweat coats his thick throat, and his pecs glisten, too. Slow, deliciously expert fingers delve into my bun and work to loosen my hair, and the contact of his fingertips against my scalp sends frissons down my spine.īy the time he frees the mahogany strands so they fall on my shoulders, my thighs have dissolved into a puddle along with the rest of me. “Why would anyone want to cover this hair?” Quietly, he eases the net off the top of my head, and the low rustling sound is all that is audible in the room. The air between us pulses and leaps like our need is a living, breathing thing between us. He grabs my wig and tosses it aside, then he holds my gaze as our smiles fade. “Damn you, take this shit off and let me look at my Brooke.” This face is all I see, all I see, Remy.” “This,” I say, the word breaking from my lips, “is what I see in my bedroom. Shaking, I reach out and lovingly stroke three fingers down the hard line of his jaw. My entire body throbs with love, lust, and the physical agony of being denied my Remy fix for weeks. I start trembling at the end of the bed, all my emotions, all my raging hormones, all my cells, all my being, buzzing at his words. It eats me up inside like a disease to want to come get you and bring you back with me.” I love you like I love nothing in my life, nothing. “I miss everything about you, from the way you smile to the way you look at me to the way the bed smells when you’re with me. “So f**king much, Brooke, I still don’t know what to do with myself,” he says, and kisses the bridge of my nose with a low, shuddering breath. “I love you so much.” He engulfs my face in both big, beautiful callused hands. This is driving me crazy too.” I cover my face and try breathing through my constricted throat, but he grabs my wrists and forces my arms to my sides, seizing my gaze with his own, his eyes vividly blue. “Every second that you and I breathe, you belong with me.”

I can’t see her, I can’t make love to her-I am trying to do the right thing when my gut screams that SHE belongs with ME.” He narrows his eyes, exhaling roughly through his nose. Three doctors, three, said she had to be in bed for the first three months, with no travel. I feel a hole right here-right f**king here.” He places his fist over his chest. Vision Insurance in the U.S: Cost-effective Health Plans for Eye Care

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