Surely you’re not going to practice discretion now?

You trying to make me crazy?” “Everyone needs a hobby.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

We fit, you and I,” he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. “Two broken pieces making a whole.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.