“I'm going to make you come so hard you forget that you're supposed to be the world's biggest asshole.”

“Because the whole British thing you have going on makes me want to do very wicked things to your mouth.”

“I want you to watch. And tomorrow when you're sore, I want you to remember who did it to you.”

“Pity.""You're serious? You just met me.""And already I have a strong urge to devour you.”

“Of course I remember that. You sounded like a frat boy and looked like a fucking model. What man could ever forget that?”

“This flirting is all well and good, but I mean it when I tell you, I cant have you leaving me again. It almost broke me."My ribs seemed to squeeze all of the air out of my lungs at the thought. "I don't think I could. I don't want to be away from you again either.""But you need to give me a chance to fix things when I screw up. You know I'm an ass sometimes.""Sometimes?"Growling, he whispered, "And I tear lingerie."I pushed a curl off his forehead, "And hoard it. Don't forget the creepy hoarding.”

“I'm two seconds away from castrating you with my heel.”