“Do you like being teased?" I whispered."I enjoy previews," he said, the words confident, but his voice rough with arousal. -Merit and Ethan”

“I would give,” he said, his voice rough, “everything I am to keep you from being hurt.”

“And he loves to read. He loves the whisper of the pages and the way his fingertips catch on rough paper, the pour of the words up from the leaves, through soft light, into his eyes, the mute voice in his ears.”

“I like that, he said quietly, his voice back to silk. What? I whispered. You sayin' my name, he told me. I'll like it better when you moan it, tonight, when I'm inside you.”

“There's a look of mischief in his eyes. 'Smilla. Why is it that such an elegant and petite girl like you has such a rough voice.' I'm sorry,' I say, 'if I give you the impression that it is only my mouth that's rough. I do my best to be rough all over.”

“Tabby, love you, honey but you’re kinda freakin’ me out,” Shy admitted.“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed.“About what?”“Being this happy.”Then he said, his voice rough, “Start now.”“Pardon?” I asked.“Start now,” he repeated.“Shy – ““Start now, Tabitha. Start gettin’ used to it.”