He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.

Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.

She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be.

I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks." "Is that what I like to be big?" "You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her. "You never know. I might just surprise you.

Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.

I’d have to be dead not to want you.

Trust me, darlin', I've got skills for every room in the house.

So tell me, Tamara darlin', what other needs can I help you take care of?

Just dinner?" If there was a God in heaven, no was the answer to that. "Whatever else is up to you and that little voice inside you telling you to jump my bones like a trampoline, darlin'." This time she did roll her eyes. "How charming." "Trust me, my charm isn't what the ladies love most about me.