It won't work that way. You know me, Bree. You 'know' me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don't back away from a fight and I win.
There it was, that note that told him in a minute the balance of power would shift from him to her, although, truthfully, she always had it. She just didnt know it.
Steele knew Breezy wasn't going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He 'had' to win her over for his own self-preservation.
Steele had found that once one had a glimpse of what life could be like when it was good, he couldn't go back to dark, ugly days and nights. He existed before Breezy. [...] He hadn't been alive. Breez...
Steele could be so completely still, it felt like he could disappear. His energy would get so low that you could forget he was in your space. He never missed anything when he was like that. He took in...
She was nothing. She'd thought he was her world, and all the while, he'd been plotting to take down her family's club. She'd loved him. He'd used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream,...
She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.
She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She'd memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she cou...
She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.
Baby you're reading the situation completely wrong. I know you don't need saving. I do. I need you to save me.
It was dangerous to go back, at least for him, to even think of those days when he was too young and had no way to save the dying. He could only whisper to them, tell them not to be afraid, and that s...
His mouth came down on hers and then he was just possessing her. Taking her over. Leaving her with nothing of herself because she burned up in the fire he generated.
He'd been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He'd said things to drive her away--and she'd gone. She'd managed to take pieces of him with her. She'd stolen th...
He'd been angry. He'd been afraid for her. He'd been shocked that just by being with her, he'd become everything he most despised in the world-- a predator.
He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ru...
He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn't in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.
Control is an illusion, Steele. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn't matter who appears to have it. We really only can control ourselves. We have choices. You were my choice.