ログインDAKOTA I didn't say a word. I just reached out, my fingers trembling as I touched the pulse point at the base of his neck, our eyes burning into each other's. The collision was instant and brutal. He leaned in, and our lips met in a warm, hot, and intense crash that made my head spin. It wasn't hesitant this time; it was a demand. A very loud and clear demand.He tasted like hot, messy sin and the lingering sweetness probably from the wine he had during dinner. Conrad’s large hands were possessive and experienced as they slid under the hem of my shirt in a torturously slow and deliberate manner. I let out a broken gasp against his mouth as his palms skimmed over my ribs, sending tingling sensations all over my hypersensitive skin. Conrad didn't for once break from the kiss. He slowly reached around with a precision that made my brain go fuzzy, unbuckling my bra with a single, practiced motion. I was tired of waiting, tired of the barriers. I was craving him with an urgency that
DAKOTA The clinking of forks against expensive ceramic plates felt like a series of small explosions in Tiffany's fairly large dining room. I sat there, staring down at a mountain of spaghetti and meatballs that usually would have had me drooling, but right then, it felt like the little I'd eaten was stirring uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I was going to implode.And no, it wasn't just Conrad’s presence. It wasn't even the memory of that kiss—though “kiss” felt like a mild word for the way he’d basically rebranded my soul in the span of three minutes. That kiss had been super delicious, a messy, honey-flavored collision that had exceeded every wild, late-night imagination I’d ever had back in Colorado.The real reason I felt like a ticking time bomb was about to explode was Tiffany.She had walked in. She had seen us. And she had been so cool about it. That was the unsettling part. The idea that his mother was basically giving us a silent thumbs-up made my sk
DAKOTAHe reached out, his long finger pointing to a picture on the page—a grainy shot of seven-year-old me hugging a scruffy, golden puppy."You looked so adorable there," he whispered, his voice dangerously close to my ear. "Look at those pigtails. You were so tiny."I let out a shaky chuckle, trying to regain my composure. "I remember that summer. Tiffany and I had gone out to get groceries at that little market on Main, and we found her behind the dumpsters. I begged Tiff for two hours to let me keep her."Conrad chuckled, and the sound was so deep and rich it felt like it vibrated through my entire body. "I remember. You named her Goldie. You were obsessed.""I was," I said, shaking my head as I stared at the photo. "And then we found out she belonged to that family. I thought my heart was literally breaking when they came to get her.""You cried for three days straight," Conrad said, his voice softening. "I had to bring you three boxes of those fudge pops to get you to stop."I
DAKOTAThe second I saw Conrad Hilton standing there on that gravel driveway under the sweltering Ohio sun, I knew this summer was going to be the most beautifully fucked up three months of my life.Yellow Springs hadn't changed. It was still that dreamy, bubbling, small town where everyone knew your business even before you did. But Conrad? Conrad had changed in ways that should have been considered illegal. He was my mom’s best friend’s son. We’d grown up together right here, running through cornfields and skinning our knees on the same pavement until my mom finalized her divorce with my dad five years ago. She’d dragged me to Colorado for a fresh start, and while the mountains were great, I’d spent every single night since then tethered to Conrad through a phone screen. We’d talked every day. FaceTime, late-night texts, snaps and whatever two people who weren't in the same location used in communicating. I thought I knew him. But seeing him in high definition made my lungs f
RINA The kiss deepened with every breath I drew, moving from a desperate clash of teeth and lips to something much more feral. It became wet and slurpy, our tongues tangling in a powerful dance that tasted like both copper and heat. I was lost in it, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as he pressed me even further against the cruiser. Then I felt his hand move lower and with a practiced, effortless flick of his wrist, he unbuckled my heavy leather duty belt. The sound of the metal clinking was like a starter pistol for my nervous system. Before I could even register the loss of my gear, his hand moved lower, sliding past the waistband of my tactical pants. He found me instantly. I was already dripping wet, my body betraying my badge in the most delicious way possible. "Oh, god," I moaned loudly, my head falling back loosely against the window of the car. He wasn't just touching me. God, no. He was dismantling my mind. He began to circle my nub slowly,
RINA I moved in close, closing the gap until I could literally taste the expensive, woody scent of his cologne mixed with the metallic tang of the blood I’d just drawn. Then I reached out and grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into his skin with more force than necessary. I wanted to see him flinch. I wanted to see that stupid mask of charming confidence crack, even just a little. But he didn't flinch. The bastard didn't even seem intimidated. Instead, he leaned right into my touch, his gaze unwavering. From this distance, I could see his eyes clearly for the first time. They weren't just green; they were a deep, mossy forest green with flecks of gold in the iris. It was a rare, gilded combination that made him look even more handsome than he already was, which was a thought I hated myself for having. "Stop thinking so much of yourself," I hissed, my voice low and hopefully lethal. "You’re not some guest in a late night talk show. “The only thing you should be thinking ab
ENID “Hello, this is your captain speaking. We’ve started our descent…” The rest of the words faded into the background as the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, a distant, disembodied drone announcing our descent into the O’Hare International Airport. For me, it felt like I was just ab
ESMEMaddox suddenly broke from the kiss, hands softly cupping my face in a very unfamiliar sweet gesture. This was a new side to Maddox I hadn't seen before. He had never been sweet on me, never in his life. “I can almost smell your desire, Es.” He murmured, sending tingling sensations dancing d
FINN The first time I saw Julia, I actually forgot how to breathe for a solid sixty seconds. I’m the Managing Director of one of the most cutthroat finance firms in the city. I'm what a number of people would call rigid, because apparently, I don’t get easily blown away by anything. I deal in co
ESME I swallowed nervously, eyes looking down at the huge monster, breath coming out in short, panicked bursts that felt like they were scraping my throat. My legs were still shaking from the way his tongue had just dismantled my entire nervous system, but seeing him now—actually seeing him—was







