“As he stood, he slid his jeans off, rising above me like an Indian prince and Mexican conquistador all wrapped up into one...”

“He stood above me, his body visibly trembling. "This is forever.”

“He grabbed for the coatrack that stood by the door, ripped the coats off it, and flung the door wide, the rack held above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?”

“One of many yummy encounters between Sydney and Grant, “No panties?” he whispered. I smiled wickedly, “I told you...you would not get into my panties, I never said anything about my jeans!” He started to laugh and lifted me up, still straddling him, carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist to his bedroom.”

“He didn't answer me, but held my gaze intently as he stood and slowly started to reach for the bottom of his sweater. He turned around and lifted it up over his shoulders, and I forgot how to breath. The sweater slid off of him in one long smooth motion and messed up his hair, leaving it tousled and sexy-looking. An interlooking chain of small black circles and triangles was etched onto each shoulder blde, ending halfway down his back... He turned back around to face me, and his green eyes stared right through me... I gulped again and tried very hard not to drool”

“You’re like a gift,” he said, his voice rough. “All wrapped up for someone else. A man can’t look at you, but think of loosing those bows, one by one.”