I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.

Your craving should be for me, angel, not an orgasm. For my body, my hands. Eventually, you won't be able to come without my skin touching yours.

Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

Gideon was a man who’d lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he’d accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I’d only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn’t survive.

I've told you before,” he said huskily. “I'll take you however I can get you.” “Whatever. Don't think I don't know you're topping from the bottom.” His mouth curved with unapologetic amusement.