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“You can ignore me, Rachel, and you can try to treat me as a friend, but none of that will erase the fact that I think about kissing you every second I’m awake and dream at night of my hands on your body. And it sure as hell won’t erase that I’m terrified by how much I like you.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I don’t want to be without you. I like who I am with you, and I don’t want to go back to who I was before.â€�

“I love you, Rachel. So this will work. No matter what or who stands in our way.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“ “Rachel...you need help.â€�
I laugh and it’s the same bitter laugh I remember him giving when we met so many weeks ago. “So do you.�
“I love you.� Isaiah says it so simply that my heart soars and sinks at the same time.
“I love you,� I whisper. “Did you ever think that loving someone could hurt so bad?�
Isaiah shakes his head and stares out the window.
“What’s going to happen to us?â€� I ask. Because I don’t know how the two of us can continue forward. Isaiah refuses to let me in. It’s sort of cruel. He’s brought me close with his stories of his childhood and with his words of love, but he can’t relinquish control. I refuse to be with someone who won’t treat me as an equal.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Isaiah runs his hand through my hair, and every cell in my body vibrates with the gentle pull. â€Áè²¹³¦³ó±ð±ô.â€�
â€Ô¨±ð²õ.â€� It’s hard to breathe.
“Kiss me.�
Isaiah doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead his lips meet mine and his arms wrap around my body. All the hesitancy I felt the first night we kissed evaporates like mist on the heels of a summer storm. Within seconds, our mouths open, and Isaiah slips his tongue against mine. I get lost, liking the way my body curves around his, liking the way my hands explore as if they have a mind of their own, and loving how Isaiah grips my hair while tracing my spine.
Tingles and shock waves and earthquakes and hurricanes. All of it takes place at the same time as our mouths move not nearly fast enough. Nothing seems fast enough. The closer I become, the closer Isaiah presses, and the more he presses, the more I want to crawl inside and live in this delicious world of warmth and fantastic hunger.
Isaiah hooks an arm around my waist, and I suck in a breath when he turns us and shifts me up against the door to his Mustang. My eyes widen and I stare up at him as he stares down at me. Our chests move in unison, as do our breaths. My fingers curl into the muscles of his arms, and I briefly close my eyes, loving how his body fits into mine.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“ “People don’t attach themselves to me, Rachel.â€�
She kisses my shoulder, and a shudder runs through my body, igniting every cell. “Then maybe they don’t know you like I do.â€� ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“There’s a pulse in my body, vibrating every pressure point. “I like kissing you.â€�
His hand lowers to my waist. “I could kiss you forever.�
I lazily glance at him from under my eyelashes. “Just kissing.� Because I think I’ll combust if we do more.
The right side of his mouth quirks. “Just kissing. And some touching.� To prove his point Isaiah’s hands caress my back, weave into my hair and slide against the dip of my waist.
Yes, definitely some touching. I inhale deeply, reminding myself that breathing is still a requirement. “I agree. Some touching. No new clothes off.�
Because I’d probably pass out at the thought of his jeans off. They already hang low on his hips. Too low. Very low. Low enough that I start to imagine what more there is to him.
Isaiah wraps his hand around the back of my neck and performs this deep massage that makes my eyes roll into my head in ecstasy. “I’ll put my shirt back on if you want.�
“N´Ç,â€� I breathe out. “I’m fine with it off.â€� More than fine.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“My fingers draw up her back and tangle into her hair. “They’ll never separate us.â€�
“N±ð±¹±ð°ù,â€� she repeats.
Our lips crush together, our bodies pressed tight. An inferno of lips and hands and movements that continues to grow in heat. The blanket falls away as Rachel slides her legs so that she straddles me. On the verge of burning up completely, I groan and cling to her small frame. Her hands drift under my shirt, leaving a singeing trail.
We’ve become a wildfire. Almost unstoppable. I kiss her neck and the beautiful sounds escaping her mouth encourage me further. My hands skim under her shirt, up her back, linger for seconds near her bra, and I gently nip her ear when I feel lace.
Images pour into my mind of what she’d look like with her shirt off, then her jeans. My fist traps strands of her hair. “I want you, Rachel.�
And because I do, I kiss her fully on the mouth—nothing left to the imagination. Every fantasy becomes a reality with that one embrace.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I lick my lips as his teeth nibble on my earlobe. Between my muscles melting under his touch, my blood tingling with the teasing of my ear and the way my foot rubs against his calf, my thoughts become hazy.
My shirt rides up and Isaiah rubs his thumb in small circles on the bare skin of my stomach. The sensation causes me to arch my back and Isaiah groans as I kiss his neck. I like these feelings. Actually, I more than like them. They’re addicting, and I love how every little thing I do causes Isaiah to kiss and touch me more.
He rolls and I move with him. Our tangled legs become unraveled as my thighs fall open, accepting his weight. Isaiah’s body over mine is heavier than I would have imagined, but it’s a weight I craved without knowing it.
Isaiah kisses up my neck and when his lips meet mine again, he rocks his hips. Suddenly very aware parts of him are touching very aware parts of me, and my head falls to the side as a new sensation spikes through my body.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“ “Sit with me,â€� Isaiah says. As I move to rest next to him, he stops me. “Not there. Here.â€� He motions to the spot between his legs.
Awkwardly, I settle in front of him. Isaiah, the king of secure, waves off any distance between us as he gathers me into the safe shelter of his body. The blood pulses faster in my veins. I like being this close to him. Maybe a little too much.
“You’re beautiful.� His breath tickles the skin behind my ear, and the small hairs stand on end with the joyous sensation. “You’re smart and funny. I love how your eyes shine when you laugh.�
He glides his fingers against my skin causing an addictive tingling. “I love how you lace your fingers and brush your hair from your face when you’re nervous. I love how you offer yourself so completely to me—no fear. You’re loyal and strong.�
“I’m not strong.� I cut him off. The panic attacks confirm that. Unable to be near him anymore, I attempt to untangle myself from him, but Isaiah becomes a solid wall around me and I jerk in his arms in protest.
His tender hold tightens, and the words feel like poetry because of the deep, soothing way he speaks. “You’re wrong. I see you exactly as you are.â€� ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“The entire room turns and stares. There’s no doubt what they see—ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, tattoos and earrings. I don’t care what they see. All I care about is what she sees: a person unwelcomed or the guy she loves.
A tear flows down her face, and the hand wrapped at her waist tells me she’s paralyzed. In a long gold ball gown that’s more skirt than dress, Rachel is truly the angel I believe her to be. A man in a tuxedo stands. “Son, I think you have the wrong room.�
“No. I don’t.� I stride between the tables, keeping my eyes locked with hers. The closer I get, the more she straightens. Her hand falls from her stomach, and the tear clears from her face. Rachel gazes at me as if I’m a dream. I extend my hand, palm out. “I need help.�
Her blue eyes lose their glaze, and the hue of violet I love so much returns. “So do I.â€� ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“A heat wave crashes into my body and I tug at the collar of my winter coat. I could take this thing off and probably still sweat. The memories of his mouth moving against mine and how his hands pressed into my body flood my brain. I lick my lips in anticipation. I crave for him to kiss me again, but... “Are you going to call me after?â€�
A small grin plays on his lips. “You aren’t going to cut me any slack, are you?�
It’s like he’s begging me to tease him, and without thought, I slide back to the braver girl at the bar. “Is that a problem?�
He shakes his head. “Not from you.â€� ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Isaiah pushes off his car and invades my personal space. His dark scent envelops me and my heart literally trips several times as it tries to continue to beat. Even though he doesn’t touch me, it’s like Isaiah is everywhere. Only centimeters separate us, but his warmth surrounds me like a bubble.
I have to force myself to lift my chin to look at him. His gray eyes soften, and there’s this playful aura to him, accompanied by a devious tilt of his mouth.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“The kiss comes hotter and faster than before. Our lips move quickly, a hunger grows between us that can’t seem to be quenched. There’s a rhythm, a dance, and somehow, I know the steps. An instinct tells me to follow his lead, to explore even further, to touch.
My hands drift down his back and when I feel scorching skin near the hem of his shirt, I gasp for air. Isaiah moans, and his lips leave mine to travel along my throat. My heart picks up speed as my entire body becomes one live electrical current.
His tongue swirls against the sensitive skin right where my jaw meets my neck. I shiver and press my body closer to his. When he meets my lips again, Isaiah loops his arm around my waist and pulls me farther onto the bed. On our sides, his body heat penetrates past my clothes, past my skin, creating an inferno in my blood.
A sudden coldness causes my eyes to flash open. Kneeling beside me, Isaiah’s hands go behind his head and he yanks off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. A flutter of excitement and nerves trembles in my stomach.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Isaiah opens my car door and his warm silver eyes smile at me. “H±ð²â.â€�
I sweep my bangs from my eyes. “H¾±.â€�
He offers his hand and I accept. His fingers wrap around mine and heat surges up my arm, flushes my neck and settles into a blush on my face. He tugs gently and I slip out. I’m not sure if my body vibrates from the rumbling of the garage door closing or from the blood pounding in my veins.
Our fingers lace together, and his other hand smoothly cups my hip. I suck in a breath, surprised that someone touches me so easily and with such care.
“You look nice,� he says.
“I’m in my school uniform.� White button-down blouse, maroon-and-black plaid skirt, and a pair of white Keds. Nothing spectacular.
“I know.â€� The seductive slide in his voice causes the back of my neck to tickle.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“In two easy strides, I reach her, weave my arms around her waist and lift her feet off the ground. My angel is so light she practically floats. “Isaiah! You’re crazy!â€�
â€Àá²Ô²õ²¹²Ô±ð,â€� I answer.
She rests her forehead against mine and braids her hands tightly on my neck. “That was close. He almost got you in the end.�
I love the sensation of her body against mine. Tonight, I’m going to kiss her again and, if she’ll let me, I’ll explore a little further. “Were you doubting me?�
She smiles when she notices the lightness in my voice. “N±ð±¹±ð°ù.â€�
That’s right, angel. I’ll never let you down. ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Rachel wiggles in my hold. “You’re strong.â€�
My lips twitch. “Pure steel.â€� Strong enough to protect you. ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I think I’m falling for you, Isaiah.â€�
My head dips. I think I’m falling for you, too, and it terrifies me. ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“The money hits the floor, and my hands immediately frame her face. She has skin so soft that I worry about damaging her with a gentle touch. Her breathing hitches as my lips come close to hers. I’m going to kiss her. “Tell me I’m who you want.â€� So I know there are no mistakes.
Her nose slides against mine as she slowly nods. “I don’t want anyone else.�
God help us both for her allowing the devil permission.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I touch the double row of silver hoop earrings hanging from his left ear, trail along his jawline, his neck, down his shoulder, to the flaming tail of the dragon on his arm. He leans into the caress, and my own body feels on fire with the continued way his eyes gaze upon me. The first moment I saw him, the night people clamored over each other to step out of his way, I was frightened. The guy with earrings and tattoos and an energy radiating danger. Now—inside and out—all I see is beauty.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Who are you?â€�
“Abby,� she says. “And you are?�
“Ethan,� I answer. “He’s my twin.�
Her eyes dart between us. “You don’t look anything alike.�
“I’m a boy. She’s a girl. I sure as hell hope we don’t,â€� says Ethan.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Cupping her face, I reclaim her lips and gently guide her body next to mine on the bed. Rachel’s tank rides up and my fingers explore the satin skin of her belly. There are so many places I long to go, so many places I crave to take her.
“I want to go further,� she whispers. When I skim the waistband of her pants, her breathing hitches.
Further. Damn, my entire body responds. I don’t miss the way her hand fidgets with the hem of her shirt. Scared I’ll spook her, I don’t push her too far, but I’m all for reading body language. I place my hand over hers and her smile appears.
“You sure?� I ask. I kiss each and every centimeter of her exposed skin as I move up her tank. I linger over the material of her bra and Rachel fists the sheet with both hands. She’s so damn hot I’m about to forget slow and go for fast.
But I ignore those urges and guide the material up and over her head. I don’t know what the hell I did to have such a beautiful creature in my bed, but she’s here and I’m going to spend tonight worshipping this gift in front of me.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I should run, but I’m paralyzed by the sight of him. Even moving slowly, Isaiah possesses the prowess of a panther. His muscles pronounced in the easy way he strides. The set, determined gaze on me as his prey. This only proves how weak I am. Like the animal on the verge of being devoured in the wild, I stand here stunned by his dangerous beauty.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Craving a physical connection, I slide my finger along the back of Rachel’s hand. She’s asleep. Has been for a while. Curled in the fetal position in the middle of my bed, Rachel wears the mask of a ravaged person. Somehow, I missed the signs: dark circles under her eyes, the clothes that once fit perfectly now hang, her skin so pale it’s translucent.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“In his worn blue jeans and a black T-shirt, the early-morning sun hits Isaiah just right, highlighting him like he’s a relaxed tiger bathing in the warmth. The light glints off his double rows of hoop earrings and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that makes me feel like he has a secret, but not the type kept from me. No, it’s the type that suggests I’m in on it, and that it involves a lack of my clothes.
And maybe some of his.
As if I spoke the thought instead of keeping it internal, Isaiah lifts his shirt to scratch at a spot right above his hip bone. Good Lord, he’s pretty. I soak in the sight of the muscles in his abdomen like I’m a plant in the Sahara Desert, except it doesn’t quench my thirst. It only causes my mouth to run dry.
Isaiah smiles like he knows what I’m thinking, and heat licks up my body and pools in my cheeks. What really causes my blood to curve into itself is the wicked gleam in his eye. It’s a spark that says he’s done very naughty things I’ve never even heard about.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Will seeing me be a problem?â€�
While there’s this overwhelming voice screaming yes in the back of my mind, there’s a smile twisting on my face and I bring my hands together in front of me, feeling suddenly shy. Did he just say...? “So we’re seeing each other?�
Isaiah touches an earring. “Yeah. I guess we are.�
My head bobs back and forth because I so need more. “Like more than friends?�
“We can be friends if you want. But...�
“But what?� My stomach begins to plummet. Did I misread all of this?
His gray eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’ve never seen from anyone before. “But I want more.�
“More?� I whisper.
“I want to kiss you again.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“There’s a power I only feel when I’m with Isaiah. A boldness I’ve never possessed in my life. Never in a million years would I have imagined I’d be the girl who’d say she was falling fast for a boy before he did. Never in a million years did I think I’d be lying in bed with a totally ripped guy that has his shirt off. But Isaiah has this effect on me. He makes me feel stronger than I really am.”
― Katie McGarry, Dare You To

“I bunch Rachel's hair in my fist. The silky strands rub the spot between my fingers and I press my lips to her head. My heart hurts and soars and hurts again, all at the same time. I said I love her. Love her.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“She broke my heart. My mother broke my heart. If I love Rachel she’ll have more power than both of them combined because this overwhelming pulse in my body...this overwhelming need to protect her and hold her close...
I nuzzle into her hair and close my eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine. I should let her go, let her go, just let her go. Walk away now. Hang on to what’s left of my sanity.
But as Rachel presses tighter to me, I know I’m too far gone to stand a chance alone. I’m in love, f*cking in love, and I pray to the God that abandoned me years ago that He doesn’t use this to destroy me. “I love you.â€� ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Her soft lips kiss my jaw and my body temperature spikes. Holding on to Rachel is like holding on to a flame. It’s a soothing burn and an addictive burn. Her kiss is pure fire.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Abby grips the passenger door. “I’m going to be sick.â€�
“Throw up in my car, and that will be the last thing you ever do.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You