“Then he strode across the room and kissed her.It was a crazy, impulsive act, but the minute his lips touched hers he knew it was the right thing to do.She tasted like sex and sin and forbidden fruit, and he couldn’t get enough.”

“He captured her wrists and pinned them to the tree before covering her mouth with his.This was no gentle kiss, but one filled with hunger long denied, lips crushing, tongue sliding deep, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.”

“He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.”

“Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

“He kissed her before he knew he would do it. Cupped her small head against his hand and bent to touch her lips with his own, lightly tasting that sensuous mouth. He closed his eyes to feel it better—the moist plumpness of unseasoned lips, flavored with coffee and sugar and something that belonged only to her. And like an exhausted man sinking with gratitude into the down of a pillow, he sank into the softness, losing himself as he explored the edges and corners, the sensitive inner edge. He suckled gently and heard her sigh as she inclined her head to take him more fully.”

“except when he kissed her, when he touched her, he devoured her as if he could never-even if he lived a thousand lifetimes-get enough!”