Victoria James

A year ago, you fell into my arms and I felt some crazy connection to you. I'm sure as hell not good enough for you, and I'm sure as hell not making any promises, but I'm damn sure you were worth waiting for.

You drive me crazy in all the damn good ways that keep me up at night,_ he whispered. He cupped her jaw, his eyes going to her mouth. He could see her pulse racing at the base of her neck and she didn__ move away when he bent his head. __he best ways, Kate,_ he said and then kissed her like he__ wanted to since the moment she__ ran into him that afternoon, since the moment she__ left him the other night. He kissed her, tasted her, wrapped her up in his arms, and tangled his hands in her hair until he couldn__ think.

I saw you the second I walked into the bar that night. I saw you and felt you were different.__is lips had moved so close to hers that if she edged forward a bit, his mouth would be on hers. ____ actually not different,_ she said, hating that her voice sounded all breathy and nervous. ____ similar to lots of people. I can even list off a bunch of people who look like me. And these boots aren__ really kick-ass boots. I bought them because they were on the clearance rack.__ smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before his lips touched hers, and all her carefully constructed reasons as to why she__ never get involved with a man like Matt burned to ashes.