A.S. Green

Here__ a little secret. He does care about you, but he cares about you for himself. He__ keeping you safe on a shelf. I bet he interferes with any guy who might show you some attention while he goes out with every pair of perky tits that steps in his path. He may even marry you someday because I__ guessing you and your cardigans are his parents_ wet dream, the perfect ideal of wifey material, but he will own you, D__rcy. Trust me on this. I know what I__ talking about. Is that what you want? Do you even know what you want?

Kissing Bennet is like stepping into the lake. At first shocking, then slowly I acclimate until I__ sinking into the luxury of it. His hand wraps around my ribs, right below the swell of my breast, and I__ in way over my head, drowning in the sensations that overrun my body. No one has ever kissed me like this. Not even Andrew in all my wildest fantasies. Andrew. Andrew! Oh my gosh, what am I doing?