Quotes from Shiloh Walker

One kiss, he told himself. Just one easy, quick kiss. He had plenty of control. He could control his temper, his hunger, his … Her mouth opened under his and she met his kiss with shy, sweet hesitation. Remy felt like the very ground had crumbled under his feet. Oh, hell.

I want a couple of things clear," he said quietly. "First…I think you're beautiful. You've always been beautiful, and nothing changes that." Laying his palm against her chest so that it covered one of the scars, he said, "This sure as hell doesn't. Got it?

Swearing, he fisted a hand in her short hair, yanked her head back and slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, humming with delight and Law was cursing himself even as he gorged on her taste. Fuck, she was sweet—hot, sweet, and perfect.

He'd had a need to be gentle, had wanted this to be slow and lazy, as though something sweet and easy could take away the misery of the day. It wasn't quite the sweet and tender seduction he'd hoped for, but as the climax rushed up on them, claiming them both hard and demanding, as she rested her forehead to his, their gazes locked, her mouth seeking out his … everything else fell away. In those moments, nothing else existed but each other.

Human interaction, the play of emotions I could see over a person's face, had always intrigued me. Emotions, and my lack of ability to fully understand them, were so intriguing. But her face, serene and remote even as she faced a man who would likely inspire rage in others, never changed.

Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn't be like that. He'd kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.

Rage was a monster inside me, one that often slept, but certain sights, sounds, scents—that was all it took to awaken that beast.

what were you hoping to find?" he snapped "A little tree house with a sign reading serial killers hangout, please come in?.

Only God Himself could keep me from you, love.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really. Except maybe not to be what I was—what I'll always be. But I wanted her with every fiber of my being but it was more than a physical need, although that was a gut-wrenching thing, one that might end me. I wanted everything about her, from the way she laughed, to the way she spoke to her dog to the solemn way she surveyed everything.

He grabbed my head between his hands, staring at me wild-eyed. "Damn you," he muttered. "Damn you for making me feel.

She turned her face into my neck and brushed her lips over my skin. That soft touch sent a flood of sensation flying through me and I tightened my grip on her, aching. It was a gut-deep, visceral ache—a thirsting, the kind that might never been quenched, or eased.

But as Rianne walked away from him, he could only stand there and watch, tearing at the earth with restless claws. Wishing with all his heart that he could go after her. Eiona's presence kept him locked in place and for the first time, he found himself resenting the bond that held them so tightly together.

I bet they're sexting," Javi said, his face straight. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zach wince, then, carefully, his expression went blank.

I've all but been your slave for the past three years, Keelie. You just never noticed.