There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.

Can I take advantage of you in the limo?” His eyes laughed at me. “By all means, angel mine.

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.

It's time to discuss what it's going to take to get you beneath me"-GC

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.