Now I'm hot and bothered, and wondering why my new neighbor isn't putting the moves on me." "Maybe he doesn't want to push you too far, too fast and scare you off." Gideon's eyes glittered in the light of the television. "Is that so?" He nuzzled his nose against my temple. "If he has half a brain, he'd know not to let you get away." Oh... "Maybe I should make the first move," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. "But what if he thinks I'm too easy?" "He'll be too busy thinking he's damned luck.

You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

I have one one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s it.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Whatever.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

I look at you, angel, and I want you so badly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I want you.

I can't live without my smartphone, but I really geek on coding. It's not so much technology that I like, but puzzle solving.