Broken, p.32
Broken, page 32
Quinn went white. “Oh, shit.”
Giggling, she pushed him onto his back and climbed astride him. “Oh, the look on your face . . .” Then she dipped her head and rubbed her lips against his. “Hey, don’t look so panicked, baby. We’ve got time to think about that. Plenty of time.”
He swallowed. “How much time?” he asked.
“The rest of our lives, if we need it,” she whispered.
“Hmmmm.” He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close. “That might be enough time. Maybe.”
Shiloh Walker, Broken
