What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.

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

I want your hands on my head.” I nod and edge back to make room for him. “Does it calm your racing thoughts?” He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. “It calms me here.

You're everything I never knew I wanted.

Kick and claw all you like. Scream. Hit me. Curse the f*ck out of me. You won't sleep anywhere but with me tonight.

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?

Why won't you take me, Remington?" He groans and pulls me closer. "Because I want you too much".