Cristin Harber

There__ no other way to look at you. You__e the definition of beauty.

We need you to come home.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.

People do man-candy model shoots that don__ look nearly a tenth as orgasm-worthy as you right now.

Your booty call embargo will remain intact.

You__e going to let her wander into someone else__ arms? There__ another man who could protect her better than you? Well, if that__ true_

God must think her a badass because he__ handed her this moment, and he didn__ dole out shit she couldn__ handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.

That__l be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.

And now I can__ breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven__ looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.

Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you__e saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.

But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.

He was the gorgeous one, brute strength wrapped into one sex god of a man.

Oh, a grenade. But where is the bamboo bazooka?

I want no part of you? Explain that." Because right that second, he wanted every part of her. Preferably naked.

There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.

Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.

In the span of one night, Jenny had gone from being someone he refused to touch to the woman he refused to stay away from.