“It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.”

“She said before i could touch her walls I'd have to touch her heart. so i did.”

“The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.”

“I didn’t hear you,” I spoke directly into his ear, hoping my voice was husky and alluring, but most likely wind-whipped and warbled. “I said, when I kiss you, I want you to be completely wrapped up in my touch.” He paused before adding, “The way you touched Nikolai last night wasn’t something I wanted to see. It was hot and sexy, and I don’t know where I stand.” Slowing down, he muttered, “When I kiss you, I want to see desire blaze in your eyes. I want you to need me to kiss you so much you have no choice but to yield.”

“Because when I said I wanted to touch the moon you took my hand, held me close, and taught me how to fly.”

“Don’t you want to touch me? I whispered. More than I want to breathe.”