Цитаты из книги Water under the bridge

“Do you always have something to say?” she breathes, not pulling away from me.Kiss her, you fool!“Only when you’re so keen on talking back.” I stretch the moment between us like hot taffy.“Oh, just kiss me, Navarro.”

My mouth crashes into hers. The weeks of aching to feel her in my arms pour into the kiss.I am ruined.Fuck.

Our lips fuse together. Her tender skin against the roughness of my fingers sends me into a further carnal need. Her moans echo into me.It’s a sound so fucking beautiful, it will be my life’s goal to rouse it with each opportunity she gives me.

“I hope you’re not letting Molly borrow those running shoes that look like they’ve been put into the shredder?”Her scolding stare is catastrophic and so fucking beautiful. “Are you upset you haven’t found a way to run in your suits yet?”

“Another mention of my suits. You must really love them.”“I would love to wrap that tie around your neck and pull.”The brief warmth of her breath sends such a strong surge of butterflies through me that I almost feel giddy. I try not to think of how much time I’ve spent focused on nothing but her.“I can show you quite a few uses for my ties that I know you would enjoy.”

She’s wearing jeans today, the denim wrapped firmly around her curves. It’s making me reconsider my previous opinion on casual clothes at the office, not that I would ever wear jeans to work. But when Avery does it, I can make an exception.

My eyes settle on the only person I care about tonight. Hers are wild with surprise. My favorite expression. I’ve been learning that I have a lot of those.There’s the eye roll. The smiles she hides. And, obviously, her determined stare.

“What do you want, Navarro?”You.“If my group wins trivia,” I offer, “I get to kiss you again.”Avery’s eyes widen, and her brows shoot up. She considers me.If she agrees to our little side bet, I’ll know that I haven’t fully lost whatever this is between us.Those beautiful eyes close in on me, and one corner of her mouth lifts slightly. “And when my team wins, you can never kiss me again.”I will not lose. The stakes are too high.

I won’t collect on my winnings if she doesn’t want me to, but a part of me hopes that she craves my lips as much as I hunger for hers.

“What makes up the biggest percent of plastic in the ocean?” Lily shoots.Bing!“Fishing nets.” Avery’s hand is still on the bell. Her delicate brows crinkle into an indestructible focus.“Correct.” Lily nods.That’s my girl.I shouldn’t root for her to win, but seeing Avery light up again may be worth losing the bet.Ah, who am I kidding? I want to kiss her so fucking badly.

“Don’t kid yourself, Navarro, dancing would wrinkle that suit.”He steps closer, only a couple of inches between us. “If my clothes bother you so much, all you have to do is ask, and I’ll let you take them off me.”The image of the Trash Titans photo flashes in my head, tempting me.“It’s those ties that bother me, they seem to be cutting the oxygen to your head.”Luca grins that annoyingly heat-stirring, grin. “Ties. Suits. I’ll give it all to you.”

The space between us vanishes as if the bar were suddenly empty and no one else existed.“I like this song,” I manage to say.“I picked it out just for you.”

For the first time in a long time, I don’t have anything to say to him. I simply want to fall deeper into our dance.

Luca’s lips brush over my neck, and I arch toward his warm touch. He finally nears my ear.“Let’s get one thing straight.” His voice spills into me. “When I kiss you again, you’ll remember every single fucking second of it.”I gasp, but he continues, his free hand steadying me.“I promise that each one of your moans, your breaths, will pour out of you willingly. Because I know you want me as much as I need you.”

we leave the practice in some kind of starfish position on the mat. The instructor says it’s supposed to help me meditate, but all it’s doing is making me realize I need to vacuum my floors.

I read off every flavor of syrup imaginable on the freshly stocked shelf above the machine.My eyes finally land on mint. “Who puts mint in their coffee?”“I wasn’t sure which one you liked the most, so I bought them all,” Luca replies.I gasp.Which flavor I like the most? He bought. Every. Flavor?

The joyful look on her face when she saw that absurd coffee machine is permanently ingrained in my memory. It was worth every cent.I wasn’t able to justify the fifty thousand dollars as an office improvement expense, so I just bought it with my own paycheck.Avery could ask me to roast coffee beans by hand, and I would simply ask her for how long.

Her gaze meets mine, and I break into a smile, which she returns at once. This smile is my favorite look of hers—well, besides all that eye rolling, the stares, the curious curl of her brows. Who am I kidding? Her looks have always been and always will be my fucking favorite.

I need to taste her again. An uncontrollable need begins to thunder in my veins.Not a single day has passed since our first kiss that I’ve neglected to remember how she felt. Every single morning, I’ve pushed myself longer and harder during my runs, trying to force the craving for her kiss out of my body.It hasn’t worked.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Avery?”I need to kiss you, Ave.“No,” she whispers.That must be her favorite word for me.