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his fingers and his body. He held her jaw steady so that she couldn t look anywhere but into his soul.
God, he loved watching her when he was inside her. And when she came? When he was the one to
give her that gift? The gift of release& the gift of abandonment, her eyes lit up like the fucking 4th of
July.
Shane watched them sparkle and when her head rolled back and her nails bit into his bare
shoulders, his hands slid down to her butt and he held her as he rocked into her. As they came
together.
For several moments she trembled against him, her body flush to him, his still buried deep inside
hers.
 Hey, he finally said, unease rolling through him as he reached for the tears that still gathered in
the corners of her eyes.
 Bobbi, what the fuck? Did I hurt you?
She shook her head, but said nothing. He stared down into those dark, blue eyes, and cradled her
head in his hands, kissing away the tears and resting his forehead against hers.
He sensed that something was different but wasn t sure what it was. He wasn t sure if it was a
good thing or something he didn t want to think about.
And before he even knew what he was going to do, he murmured,  I love you, Bobbi.
As the words fell from his lips, she shuddered and began to cry in earnest, which totally wasn t the
reaction a guy who had just declared his love wanted to hear. The sounds she made as she tried to
stop the flow of tears ripped into him.
 Jesus, Bobbi. What is it? You re freaking me the hell out.
Gently, Shane withdrew from her. He pulled up her jeans and fixed her top, his hands never
leaving her body. He didn t want to stop touching her. Ever.
When she was respectable and he was tucked back into his pants, Shane kissed her once more,
hoping the huge eyes and pensive expression wasn t an indication of where her head was at. Why the
hell had he opened his big mouth? Obviously, she wasn t ready for the kind of stuff he was thinking
about, the kind of stuff that required planning and futures. A future that was all about Bobbi and
Shane.
He must not have heard her right, that night up at the cabin. Or if he had, why the hell hadn t he told
her then where his head was at?
Shit. Had he just screwed things up?
 Bobbi, he said roughly,  I m sorry, babe. Just tell me what s wrong. Tell me what I did to make
you cry.
He would have pressed forward but stopped when she put her fingers on his mouth, when she
silenced him and cupped his face.
 I love you, Shane.
His heart thrummed. It thrashed and nearly beat out of his chest at the words. At the sound of those
words. At the idea of those words.
 I loved you before we met. Before I ever laid eyes on you. I think I loved you before I was born.
Is that possible? You re the other half of my heart. The other half of my soul and I don t want to lose
you. Her voice broke and she whispered.  Not again.
 Babe, you re not gonna lose me. Relief flooded him. Was that all she was worried about?
But her eyes remained dark and the sadness in them tore at his heart.
Shane glanced away. He was confused and barely holding on to the emotions buffeting him.
Everything she d just said was what he wanted to hear. All of it. Every. Single. Word. Yet, why
the hell did he feel as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff? Why did he feel as if everything he d
accomplished in the last few months& hell, in the last few years was about to disappear?
He d paid his dues. His life was on track. Why the hell couldn t he have what he wanted most?
 We need to talk about some things, she said eventually and then quickly added,  But not now. I
have to go. I have to& it s Easter and I promised the girls I d help prepare for dinner tomorrow.
Dinner? Easter? He didn t give a flying fuck about any of that shit when there were  things to talk
about. What things? What the hell had her so sad that she cried when he was inside her? What the fuck
was going on?
Shane cleared his throat and opened his mouth but the door to his shop flew open and his sister
Eden strolled in as if she had every right to. She doffed her purple and black toque, flicked her long
hair behind her shoulder as she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the two of them.  Am I
interrupting?
 Damn, right, Shane said loudly.
 No, I was just leaving, Bobbi replied at the same time. She touched her lips to his, a soft caress
that made him ache, and whispered.  I love you. Remember that.
Then she pulled away, waved to Eden, and disappeared out the door before he had a chance to
stop her.
 Wow, that was weird. Eden shoved her hands into her jacket pocket and bit her lip.  Is it okay
that I m here?
When he didn t answer how could he answer his mind was still on Bobbi she hunched
forward.  Okay, I ll just leave. This was a stupid idea anyway.
Shane s head shot up.  What? No. It s fine. Is everything alright? He hadn t seen Eden since
dinner at his father s a few weeks back. He d stopped in once at his father s request, but she had been
at the library.
Eden shrugged and glanced away.  Mom had to go for chemo, so Dad took her. They ll be at the
clinic most of the day.
 I m sorry.
 It sucks, she answered.  I didn t want to stay home by myself and I didn t want to go to the
clinic. I went the last time and it freaked me out. She paused.  Did you& 
 Did I go with my Mother?
She nodded, though her eyes were averted.
 No.
As soon as he spoke she turned her head and the relief in her eyes nearly broke his heart.
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