“That woman made him want to do unnatural things, and not just ditry stuff. He wanted to hold her close and kiss her sweetly. Weird.”

“Kiss me," he growled."I shouldn't—""I. Don't. Give. A. Damn."Well hell. My lips touched his—barely. I pulled back and looked at him—unfamiliar, dangerous, and so exciting. I devoured his mouth without thinking. Don't think, just touch. I ran my fingers across his strong shoulders and down his arms. His skin felt hot under my hands, his body hard. He sucked in his abs so I could get into his pants, if I wanted to. I slid one hand over his stomach and under his jeans, touching his hard cock, smiling when he groaned.”

“How do I get her back?”“I don’t know. You could charm your way out of this with any other girl, but Jane can see right through your BS.”“I know. I am so screwed.”“Sucks to be you.”

“I want you, in case you haven’t figured that out yet, and I’m staying and fighting with you – for you.”

“I believe – I know – that dreams can be shattered in a moment … I believe in taking what I want with both hands and never letting go.”

“He thinks that there's no reason to eat breakfast unless Eleanor is there to give him that silly wide grin of hers. He wants to have an argument with her just so he can kiss her into a good mood again. He wants to sleep with her every night, see her holding a baby with brandy-colored hair like hers... He wants her forever... He can't bear the idea that she might ever love another man.”

“I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be but a challenge to others.”