All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.

I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.

The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.