“A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.”

“The door creaked as it began to open.Gray moved like lightning, slapping his left palm against the door and slamming it shut before it hadopened more than a fraction of an inch. "Hey!" a woman squawked indignantly from the other side."This one’s occupied," he said hoarsely, not missing a beat with his plunging hips. "Go somewhere else."Faith couldn’t say anything. Her eyes widened with alarm, but all she could do was look helplessly up athim.Gray’s lips drew back over his teeth and his head dropped forward as he began hammering faster. Hisface was flushed, satisfaction only a few moments away.Faith shuddered wildly as the coil of tension suddenly released and the fierce, pulsing flood of sensationswept through her. Shivering and pushing hard against him, she buried her face against his chest and bithis shirt to muffle her gasping cries.He kept his hand flat against the door, gripping her bottom with his right hand to anchor himself. Heshoved hard into her, twice, three times, again, then bucked violently. His head fell back and a harsh,guttural cry rumbled up from his chest.There was an insistent banging on the door. "What are you doing in there?" the woman said in shrill,grating tones. "That’s the lady’s room! You aren’t supposed to be in there!"Slowly Gray’s head came up. The expression in his eyes was indescribable, as if he couldn’t believewhat was happening. He took a deep breath, and exploded. "Goddamn it, woman!" he roared withfurious indignation. "Can’t you tell I’m busy?”

“I have brain damage, remember? I'm not responsible for my actions--or for the actions of my hand, which acted of its own volition and without my knowledge.' Cam to Bailey”

“But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.”

“You were happy last night. This morning is a different story.""You think I have a hangover. I don't. Well a little headache, but not much. Just let this be a warning to you if you keep me from sleeping again tonight.""I kept you from sleeping? I kept you from sleeping?" he repeated incredulously. "You are the same woman who shook me out of a sound sleep at two a.m. yesterday morning, aren't you?""I didn't shake you. I kind of bounced on you, but I didn't shake you.""Bounced," he repeated."You had a hard-on. I couldn't let it go to waste, could I?""You could have woke me up before you started not to let it go to waste.""Look," she said exasperated, "If you don't want used, don't lie on your back with it sticking up like that. If that isn't an invitation, I don't know what is.""I was asleep. It does that on its own." It was doing it on its own right know, as a matter of fact. It poked her in the stomach.She looked down... and smiled. It was a smile that made his testicles draw up in fear.With a sniff, she turned her back on him and ignored him as she finished showering."Hey!" he said, to get her attention. Alarm was in his tone. "You aren't going to let this one go to waste are you?”

“Milla was always aware, on the dimmest edge of her consciousness that Diaz constantly watched her.She also knew that he was a man who never gave up, who never lost sight of his goal. Exactly what his goal was wasn’t always clear to her, but she had no doubt he was perfectly clear in his own mind what he wanted.He wanted her. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t imagine how they could ever be together again. The rift between them, to her, was final and absolute. He’d betrayed her in the most wounding way possible, and forgiveness evidently wasn’t her strong suit. She had found that grudges weren’t heavy at all; she could carry them for a very long time.Diaz wasn’t taking care of her out of the goodness of his heart. He was taking care of her the way a wolf cared for its wounded mate.”

“Milla put her hands on his ribs, holding on as he braced his weight on one arm while with his other hand he guided his penis to her and in the same rough motion pushed deep inside.He froze in place, his breath panting between his parted lips as they stared at each other. She couldn’t move; the feel of him inside her was too sharp, almost painful in its intensity. Their gazes met in the mellow lamplight, and she was mesmerized by the tension in his face, the way his steely muscles were locked as if he didn’t dare move. It built and built, that clawing need, and yet she remained poised on the razor’s edge of something she knew she couldn’t control. His chest suddenly heaved on a convulsive breath, and he moved in a long, deep stroke that took him all the way to the hilt.”