warning: spoilers with lots of quotes!buddy read with Blacky and Jill :)
well first let me just send thousand thanks to my GR friends who read the book and didn't judge by the cover like I did, if it weren't for them I would've never read this
AMAZING, HOT, ORGASMIC, AROUSING, AWESOME STORY!
I AM BLOWN AWAY WITH THIS STORY AND OF COURSE HUNTER!
I really could not put the book down! I was glued to it like my life depended on it.... well my ovaries
did.... and now...poof
...just like that they are GONE!!!!
Only remembering it so I could write a review is pushing the temperature in my room way up high...
because the only thing I can remember is lots of hot, sweaty, steamy sex.... so if you want to know what is going on in my mind now just read the book!!!
Lacey got divorced and after 15 years of boring sex she wants to try something different and by something different I mean 8 years younger cop Hunter.... *swoooooooooooooooning*
so he decides to show her lots of her firsts!!!!! read it again!
lots of her firsts!!!! and again!!!!
lots of her firsts!!!!
I really did like Lacey, I thought she was great! She knew what she wants and when she realized that she fell for a player, she simply embraced it. I really loved it how she was the older one and knew with what is Hunter struggling and simply did not push anything... wanting him to realize that there is something more to them...
What I would give to be at her spot in that bar that night! EVERYTHING!
HUNTER YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!
The only bad side is that you are on another continent and you are fictional :(
yes I am crying because of that....you ruined me for all the others fictional males....
What's not to like about him... cop, 28 years old, great shape (read: lickable abs), very very good under sheets, leather jacket, motorcycle boots, great ass in jeans....ahhhhhhhhhh... le sigh......
The moment he realized that everything changed in their game... that moment.... his emotions.... MY EMOTIONS..... MY OVARIES....
WHY COULDN'T YOU REALIZED THAT WITH ME?!?! WHY??!!?
If I would have to choose one of my favorite scene that would simply be impossible. From the first page I loved every sentence, every scene, every word that got out of his mouth, every move he made with his hand..."Still where you want to be?"I NEVER STOPPED! NEVER! WITH YOU HUNTER I SAW RAINBOWS!!!!
"Because there’s nothing like the feel of a woman's body under mine, all tight and hot and wet as she slowly comes apart."
"Shhhh," he said, his voice strained as he linked their hands and pressed them into the window on either side of her head."
"...but with Lacey, he couldn't detach. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he’d scare her to death if he did."
"Skin to skin. Juicy. Hot. Meaningful....."I want to now. I want inside you so bad."... He surrendered.... Holy fuck, it felt good. Real. Intense. Connected.....He'd been skin to skin with Lacey, in every sense of the word. He'd left part of himself inside her and he was freaked out."
"What spooked him was how the lack of a barrier ratcheted up not only the physical sensation but also the pound of his heart, the inability to get air into his lungs"
"You look so sexy wearing my cuffs," he growled.
"I'm gonna leave them on when I fuck you. Feel how hard I am? That's from thinking about every stroke, so hot and wet."
"There was nothing romantic about her realization, no moment of joyous shared epiphany, just the heat in his eyes, the slick shift of their skin everywhere they touched, their bellies moving in rhythm, the length of the breaths slowly matching while the knowledge settled into her soul. Stupidly, imprudently, against all good advice and common sense she loved him and romantic or not, this was the moment. She was quaking, flushed and sweaty, handcuffed to her own bed. She loved him. She had no idea how he felt."
"...his heart seemed to beat to a new rhythm. It was like each pulse whispered a message, one he couldn’t quite understand. The knowledge danced just out of his reach, coming into better focus as he quit concentrating on it, but never quite within his grasp."
"I didn't want perfect. I wanted you. I want you. ..."The heart wants what it wants. Mine wants you."
"He wasn't seducing. He wasn’t asking permission. This was pure possession, a territorially staking his claim as the last man she’d ever kiss."
"She watched unguarded emotion wash across his face as he sank into her. Wonder. Pleasure. Need. Anticipation. Love. Under it all, infusing every look, every action, every touch. Love."