Eyes Wide Open

The one who had the power to take me apart was also the only one with the power to put me back together again.

The small things in life are sometimes the most precious gifts we are given, and when you recognize them when they arrive, then you are truly blessed.

Are you real?" He whispered, brushing up my face with the back of his fingers in a cherishing caress. "Because I'll want you forever.

I know I'm a bit rough around the edges and I know I've trampled my way through your life, but I do love you with all of my heart. Never doubt that. You're my girl, and I want you and I need you with me forever.

Eyes on me, baby,” he commanded on a harsh breath. “always on me!

Trust is by far the hardest gift to give away.

Holy shit… I might just die from so much sex.” She shrugged… “Yeah, but it’d be a fun way to go, wouldn’t it?

My eyes have really only been opened since you came into my world. You gave me everything. You made me really want to see what was around me, for the first time in my adult life. You made me want you. You made me want... a life. You were my greatest give of all, Ethan James Blackstone." She reached up to touch my face and held her palm there, her eyes showing me so much of what she felt. I covered her palm on my cheek with my hand. "As you were for me, my beautiful American girl.

Brynne was my heaven. I’d seek out my heaven endlessly.

Look at me." His voice was all seriousness, the teasing gone. I lifted my eyes to meet his blazing blue ones. "Don't say that. It's not true. You've given me this." He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "And this." He put his hand over my heart. "And this." He put both our hands over my belly and left them there. "There are no great gifts, Brynne.

Now it's my turn to ask you if you're real." His eyes roamed over me as he nodded again. "I think I became real when I met you.

It always amazed me at how easy it was to carry her. I knew why. It was because she carried my heart with her wherever she went.

I need to fuck you till you come saying my name. Then I'm going to take my cock out of your divine cunt and fuck your beautiful mouth with it. And watch your lovely lips wrap around it and suck me dry.

He put his hand over my left breast and held it there. "I can feel your heart. It is my heart too.." I nodded. "It is your heart, and I am very real, Ethan. I've wanted everything we've ever done together, and you own my heart now.

If you never love anyone, then you'll never be hurt when they don't love you back or when they leave you.

My position was simple, really. I didn't care about her past. It changed nothing in my feelings for her. She was the one-the one person I needed to be with. Now it was just a matter of convincing her of this fact. And I will... because I love her.

He lifted his lips away and looked over me with glassy blue eyes. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes. No... it scares me most of the time.

Are you ready?” I nodded and whispered, “Yes.” “And nothing changes us.” “Nothing changes that we love each other.

I was lost in her and it felt so goddamn wonderful, I never wanted to be found again. Lost for forever in this moment with her. I could die a happy death right now and I would definitely be smiling.

I love you, mother of our blueberry-sized baby.

Ethan possessed a skill set that combined hot, bad-boy sex god with mannerly, romantic gentleman; something so rare and captivating, I didn't have a chance at resisting the pull.

The caveman in me was pretty proud of myself as I did the metaphorical Tarzan beat-on-the-ole-chest routine. Good thing I was smart enough to keep my trap shut about it.

Make me real. Only you can do that, baby. Only you…

I held on to her the entire drive home. My greatest love, and my greatest potential loss…

Brynne was my greatest gift. She was the first person to really see inside me. Only her eyes seemed even capable of doing it. Only my Brynne’s eyes.

There were no words to describe her, nor were there ones I could coherently form in the moment; she was a work of art, and I was speechless.

How many blueberries are we talking here? Because I’m looking at a really big house that must have a lot of rooms to fill.

I watched with my eyes, tasted with my tongue, heard with my ears and felt with my fingers as my beautiful girl reached her climax. The only sense I didn’t use as she came apart was that of speech. There were no words to describe her, nor were there ones I could coherently form in the moment; she was a work of art, and I was speechless” Excerpt From: Raine, Miller. “Eyes Wide Open: The Blackstone Affair, Book 3.” Atria Books, 2013-05-13T22:00:00+00:00. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

You. And anyone else we might have made together are coming with me.