"Words mean nothing."
- Lynn Raye Harris
"The necklace, Marcos,” she said firmly, leveling the gun at his heart once more. “I’ll take it now.” “It’s not here, querida. You waste your time.”Francesca lowered the gun to point at his groin. “Kil..."
"No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?"
"He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from?He didn't know, but as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his abdomen, he knew he'd..."
"She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter."
"Stay on my six, he said, nuzzling the hair at her ear and breathing deeply the sweet scent of her.You remember what that is, right?It's your ass."
"Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter."
"You need to acquire a lover, Madam President."