"It's how we work," his brother said simply. "I plan. Jake refines. Owen organizes. And you growl and grunt."
- Carrie Ann Ryan
"He's lost everything once, and now, he wasn't sure if he had anything left to lose."
"He might kiss like a damn sex god and rev her engine like no other, but he clearly wasn't for her."
"He grinned at her intently before leaning over the counter and running his thumb along her jaw. It took everything inside of her not to lean into that touch. When he lowered his head and brushed his l..."
"He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away. "Possessive much?" she asked on a laugh. "Just making sure these hooligans kno..."
"When the pieces fell around him, he'd pick them up. It was what he was good at, after all. Restoring what was once lost, what could never be perfectly whole again."
"He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart. "It's okay, you can touch...."
"She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking."
"Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt. "I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing. "You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, ..."
"I'm also getting a piece of chocolate cake... "Can I have a bite?" he asked, his voice smooth and sexy. A bite of what? she wanted to ask, but didn't. She wasn't ready for that level of flirting. "Get..."