Why did you do that?" she asked, weakly, but, hey, the fact that she could talk at all was a minor miracle. "You needed to be kissed." For some reason, the tone of masculine satisfaction in his voice needled her. "I needed it? Really?" "Fine, I needed it.

A vicious circle, this thing with Zane. It was like she was living in two worlds' simultaneously; that of a teenage girl and that of a woman.

This was Zane Alexander, the boy who had been a Casanova since he hit puberty.

Zane liked his love life simple: catch and release, and then move on. The problem was, Missy wasn't anything like his usual prey.

You know, I wouldn't mind more than a kiss." He let out a laugh. "Believe me, neither would I, but not right now." Drink your tea, get some food in your stomach, and, maybe, we'll talk." A frown creased her brow. "Talk?" He had to smile at her persistence. "We'll talk about possibly doing more than kissing, deal?

I'm sorry." "For what?" She stood. "I had no intention of letting that go so far." "I had no intention of stopping until it did." He laughed and shook his head. "You're making it hard to leave, you know." That was her plan. Ally cocked a brow. "Am I? Sorry..." She wasn't sorry one little bit.

Are you superstitious?" "I've been known to knock wood on occasion and I do firmly believe Karma is a bitch." She let out a short laugh. "Do you think less of me now?" "Not at all, but I do think less of myself if I let you stand here in the hot sun and haven't even offered you something cold to drink. What's your pleasure?" John wrangled his mind off the many pleasures they could share together if things were different.

You're the kind of woman who could easily be a distraction if I let you. If I want to come home alive, I can't let you.

Don't let the tattoo fool you. I'm no angel.

He gripped the back of her neck again in that purely dominating way that made her melt. “We’re finishing this when we get back.” His voice was a low, raspy growl.