I don’t need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you’re in it.” He turned the corner and pulled up in front of the Crossfire behind the Bentley. He killed the engine, released his seat belt, and took a deep breath. “Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn’t before. I have a place now, with you.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

You've got to have as many good times as bad, or it all becomes too painful and too much work.

He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. “I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I’m with you. Just tell me what I have to do.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

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