You smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou can call me patch. No really. Call me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy legs are falling asleep, i blurted. It wasnt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. I could solve that. Patchs hands closed on my hips.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
BECCA FITZPATRICKChauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
BECCA FITZPATRICKNora: i have questions. Patch: i should have known you’ve only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: well, that and your kisses. Anyone ever tell you you’re an incredible kisser?
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe archangel.” i murmured. Looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. “it means high-ranking angel.” there was a definite smugness to his voice. “the higher up, the harder the fall.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf i need romance, that’s what netflix is for.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.
BECCA FITZPATRICKA war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
BECCA FITZPATRICKThat was a good fight back in the gym, he said. But i think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
BECCA FITZPATRICK