I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.

That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.

If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.

Movies. Drinks. Headless chickens. You know, girl stuff.

She might not know what your routine is, but I do,” I said softly. “So put the lantern down. You’re not burning me yet, and we both know it.” “What’s she saying?” Sarah demanded, hobbling over. His white brows drew together, and I allowed a little smile to play on my lips. “Awfully bossy with you, isn’t she? Then again, it makes sense. She’s got the pants on, and you’re the one in the dress.

Since you and Crispin are now finished and I have a few hours to kill, how about that shag?” he asked with heavy irony. “Bite me,” I sighed, gathering up the pages. He winked. “Of course. My second-favorite thing to do in bed.

He'll learn that many women can satisfy for a short period of time, but when he falls in love, only one will sustain him forever.