The Shameless Playboy

And then she turned her head, pressing her lips into the palm of his hand, and that simply ruined him.

He had never been more of a stranger to himself than he was tonight.

“If it were mine,” Lucas said with a quiet ferocity, “I would demolish it and salt the earth on which it stood.”

She stirred. He had the strangest urge to pretend he was asleep, to keep her there against him, the perfect, soft weight of her holding him down, as if she anchored him to the world, to herself.

He wanted more. God help her, he wanted everything. He’d forgotten why. He only wanted.

if she was already doomed, she might as well dance.