“Another woman you slept with by any chance?' Crystal muttered.'No, she has her clothes on," Blaze replied.”
“She has the filthiest tongue of any woman in France. Burn her mouth clean.”
“Basic principles: no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet. He just needs the right broom.”
“The city was waking up to another day. I hadn't slept or changed my clothes in six days. ”
“I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear.'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin.'Tomorrow,fishnets.'Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh.”
“Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh."No.""Do you want a woman to touch you?""No."She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.”