Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

Tired of me already?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "No quite yet. You?" His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. "Never." Her heart skipped a beat. "Never is a long time," she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. "That's what I'm counting on.

Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?

It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.