I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.

I need an endorphin boost.” “And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one?” “No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I’m more than happy to test the theory.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.