An orgasm is not what I want and I know it. What I want, need, is so much more than that. It's the connection.The exhilarating contact with this human being, a being that compels me like no other. I miss his touch, his kiss. I don't care if he gives me just a little kernel of what he can give; I'm just starving to be fed, and my body has never been like this hungry.

I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.

From a man who fights like crazy, arouses me like no other, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. From the man who plays me sexy music, gives me his t-shirt to sleep in, protects me as fiercely as a lion, and yet won't take me when I'm naked and trembling in his arms.

I just want to cuddle with my Lion and give him all the love nobody in the world has given him but me.

I'll never have enough of you, never.

I love the way you work out,” I whisper. “I love the way you work me.

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?