“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
~ Madeleine L'Engle ~
Thursday, May 25, 2016's Daily #Book Spotlight
by Lillian Cartier
Feeling his muscles moving below me, I know he’s treading the air around us. We were alone up here, and I don’t want to ever experience this with anyone else but him. I feel his hand run along the skin against my ribs, pressing my chest closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my hips against his, and he groans against my lips. “Tessa,” he whispers. “We can’t up here.” Fighting the magnetic energy, while he presses his hard rod against my core, I moan.