"Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him."
- Savannah Stuart
"I'm not letting you -- us -- go that easily, sweetheart, so get used to having me in your life."
"You look good in my shirt," he murmured. The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?" His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing."
"After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?"
"You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes."
"Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she mur..."
"If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes."
"This was no figment of his imagination. This was flesh, blood and pure sin in a dress."
"A dark-haired man with electric-blue eyes hadn't taken his eyes off Caro since she'd sat down. He watched her like, well, a predatory wolf watched his mate. Caro glanced over her shoulder and when she..."
"You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained. She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there."