I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

Ria snorted. “Leo’s pride rarely leaves the plains. What are they supposed to mate? The zebras?

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

I'm scared of you two in the same place. That's like putting in an order for trouble, rather than just wishing for it.

I didn’t know how much I could love until you were gone. Until your laughter no longer filled my home, your wicked high jinks no longer made me crazy. Until I stood in that damned club and knew, without you by side, my life was as empty as my bed was without you in it. I didn’t know what love was, until I saw my refusal to admit it drown all the sweet innocence in your eyes. I love you.

Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.

It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.