Redeem Me La Gallagher Quotes

Our eyes meet in an exchange more meaningful than any spoken words.

I suppose I’m going to hell anyway…’ He shrugs, then his hard, hot lips crash onto mine, hungrily parting my mouth with his tongue, demanding entry, deep and hot and urgently. I submit to his kiss, grabbing his polo shirt, twisting it in my fist. His arms reach around my back, yanking me against his taut torso until our bodies are flush, hip to hip, toe to toe. My skin fizzes. My legs are weak. I could kiss this man all damn day and it wouldn’t be long enough. My soul is on fire. The rest of the world melts away as his tongue dances with mine, exploring, capturing, claiming.

Are you sure this is what you want?’ His velvety voice low and guttural. ‘Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.’ ‘I want it.’ More than I’ve wanted anything in my life. I want him to unleash himself on me. ‘Let’s go.’ I push him through the front door.

I don’t date. I fuck. There’s a reason I don’t bring women home. I don’t let women near my house or my kids. And now, suddenly, the woman I’ve spent the weekend wanking myself stupid over is my new roommate.

Because I’m so fucking hot for you, I’m walking around with a permanent semi in my pants,’ I hiss. ‘Because every time I look at you, the urge to tear your clothes off consumes me, and because none of that is okay, for a hundred different reasons, not least because you’re too young, you’re my best friend’s sister, you’re the nanny, and we’re living together in the house where my children sleep.

By the time I’ve finished with you, you’re going to understand exactly how it feels to be able to look, but not touch. How it feels to be a slave to someone else’s urges. To want something so badly but know it’s out of your reach.

He’s broken, and the need to fix him consumes me. But who will fix me afterwards?

His fingers skim over my breasts, sending shockwaves rippling in every direction. ‘I love you.’ It’s barely more than a whisper, but I hear it loud and clear. ‘It fucking terrifies me,’ he admits, ‘but I do.’ He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

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