I can see the questions in her eyes. Naked, I get on my knees in the bed, helping her up, her body pressing into mine, and lift her shirt over her head. I can’t help but grin that she’s borrowed one of mine. My hands slide down the curve of her waist and under the cotton of her panties, removing them. Her hand softly strokes my cheek, and like an asshole, I jerk my head back, her soft touch doing damage to the hard defenses I’ve built. How is that? How can something so soft, so sweet, be my undoing? And damn, the way she looks at me. I can’t have her looking at me like that right now. In one move, I flip her over and yank her ass in the air.
Her breath catches. Dammit, sometimes I wish I could be one of those guys that only think about themselves during sex, but I’m not built that way. Annalyse’s pleasure will always be more important than my own, and that’s just one small fucking step away from all her needs coming before my own. It’s a slippery slope I’m on.
Using the tip of my cock, I outline her folds, feeling her open, drawing me in. Running my finger down the curve of her back, her body rolls, her ass pushing against me. She’s got the best ass, pure white, smooth skin, firm, but enough to hold onto.
“Holt,” she begs softly.
She’s very impatient when it comes to her orgasms. That’s a great quality in a woman; she wants what she wants and doesn’t apologize for it. As I slip myself inside her, she lets out a breathless moan. It’s amazing how well I know her sounds, her body already. Holding her hips, I slide in and out, slowly. Grinning, I know she’s going to hate and love that at the same time. She likes to come quickly. It’s almost like she’s afraid there’s not enough time. She starts to move faster, wanting me deeper, and harder. And I’m powerless to resist her, incapable of not giving her exactly what she wants.
She doesn’t open her eyes, but a little smirk crosses her lips. “Orders, orders.”
Kissing her neck, I nibble her earlobe. “Say you’ll be here.” She rolls over, her eyes meeting mine for the first time. A subtle guilt rises in my chest; I just fucked her to feel better, to forget. And I want to do it again.
We’ve got bombs, guns, fists, all kinds of weapons of mass destruction, but there isn’t a single thing that can destroy a man faster than a woman. History is full of these examples going all the way back to the Bible, Adam and Eve… Hundreds of years of history and evolution, and I swear we haven’t changed at all.
Judy is what Carla affectionately refers to as a ‘gold star’ lesbian, meaning she’s never been with a man.
… it sounds like a prayer – a whispered wish you make in the dark when no one is listening. The way he says my name is with such passion. And for a man who wears a polite mask all the time, it’s the most beautiful sound.
Is you bush whacked? … You’ve got to take care of that situation… Holt’s a gynecologist, so he’s probably seen all kinds of out of control bush. Take a cleaver to your beaver.
The worst thing about having a broken heart is that is keeps beating…
‘Come on,’ Carla says. ‘Maybe we can turn you now!’ Judy swats her. ‘Dicks are the devil. Ever look at the devil’s horns – two big red dicks coming out of his head.’
The Reason For Me was my first experience reading this remarkable talent, and I am extremely annoyed at myself for being tardy. I adored this book, it was witty, refreshing, heart-squeezing, angsty, intriguing, sexy, sweet, and funny as hell. Written from my favorite dual POV of two smart and witty people who have found each other after suffering great loss and personal pain. I was drawn to and cared deeply for most of the characters – they were clever, playful, good together, and endearingly flawed. The story was consistently engaging, well-crafted, sexy, emotive, and seductively intriguing. I was eaten up with curiosity concerning his dresser drawer and would never in a million years have guessed the correct response – it was ingenious! Prescott Lane has made my list of favorites. I want to stop time and read her every word.