“Wildly passionate, deliriously orgasmic, exquisitely delicious, savage. Pounding, rapture-enducing, sweaty, nasty, scorchingly ecstatic, heart-stopping, brain meltingly raw screaming sex”

“The look in his melted-chocolate eyes was now completely non-Disney.”

“And I was thinking with a part of myanatomy that has nothing to do with my brain." Veronica had to laugh at that. "Oh, really?" "Yeah," Joe said. His smile grew softer, his eyes gentler. "My heart."And then he kissed her.”

“Do you think,” she said, “instead of having sex, we could make love?”“I’d love that,” Ken whispered.”

“Savannah, I’ve been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one’s ever heard anything about, hoping that I’ll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.”

“What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?”

“We are not, not now, not ever, talking about sex,” A.J. said flatly.I had to laugh. “We’re both grown men,” I pointed out. “I don’t see what the big deal—”“Do it,” he said, “and I will walk over to the church, wake up the priest, and demand that he perform an exorcism. On the spot.”“Well, now, that won’t work,” I scoffed. “I’m not a demon. Not even close.”“Yeah, well, I’m willing to try it,” he said. “So go on. Make my day.”