"Three years ago hadn't been the right time for them. Now certainly was."

"He'd known her for five months, but felt like a lifetime for how attracted he was to her."

"I'm not letting you go, Fiona, he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. "I'm not going anywhere."

"As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel alone-and she knew he didn't either."

"She slid her hands up the front of Sawyer's shirt, shoving at it, wanting to see and feel all of him. Every muscular inch he was trying to hide under his clothes. She felt almost crazed with the need. When he pulled his head back, breathing hard, he stared down at her. "How much have you had to drink?" "Not enough to regret this."

"Want to grab a beer at Howler's?"Drake blinked, unsure he'd heard him right. After just battering each other to a pulp, Gabriel wanted to geta drink with him?..."Why are you asking me?"Gabriel shrugged, then winced."Because that's what males do. We beat the shit out of each other, then go have a beer afterward."

"Quit staring at my breasts," she hissed with a soft stomp of her heel.His gaze flashed to hers."Why? They're mine."

"Despite his soft speech, he stared at her as he'd like to eat her whole. Damn her traitorous body if that thought wasn't such a bad one. This could not be happening. She was on the run from a maniac and her hormones were going haywire. Clearly, she had issues."

"If you're courting me, you have to tell me something about yourself that no one else knows." He was silent for a moment. "I'd rather jerk-off to thoughts of you than be with anyone else."

"Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go."

"She was always the woman he didn't want to lose."

"She nodded and somehow found her voice. You're going too slow," she whispered.A wicked smile spread across his face that she felt all the way to her toes. It softened his normally harsh expression, making him look years younger. That look should be illegal."

"From the moment they'd met, their friendship had been leading to more."

"Travis Sanchez rubbed a hand over his head as he stepped into an elevator at the Red Stone Security building. His Mohawk was gone and he wore his hair in a buzz cut these days. It was probably his military background, but he always came back to this cut out of habit. The walk to Harrison's office was too short. He wasn't sure why his boss had called him in after his last security detail, but a small burst of panic had detonated in his gut. He loved this job, but there had been some issues with the CEO he'd recently been guarding not following Travis' orders. The asshole had almost gotten himself killed and now Travis wondered if his head was on the chopping block because of it."

"Are you trying to tell me you were a virgin before me?" she asked teasingly... He snorted at the question. "I just wanted to give you fair warning that I'm going to fuck up. Probably a lot." She shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "Me too. That's what relationships are about. We'll argue, then have incredible make-up sex. And as long as you always concede that I'm right after an argument, we'll be fine."

"Wyatt Christiansen is the client." Iris tensed at his words. Hearing Wyatt's name from her boss completely threw her off balance. If Wyatt wanted to hire Red Stone that meant he needed extra security. She hated the thought of him in danger. Without giving her a chance to respond, Harrison barreled on. "I don't like the idea of you guarding him, especially since I found out you two are fucking married. It goes against protocol, but...my father owes him a favor and he's apparently collecting."

"Shit," Drake rubbed a hand over his face. Shit, shit, shit..."Shit," Drake said again...."That about sums it up," Gabriel muttered."

"She didn't want to talk with Levi. And wasn't that the problem. She wanted to do things that didn't involve any talking. Well, maybe it did if you counted dirty talk."

"He slid a finger inside her, making her breath catch. She was tingling all over again, already wanting more. "This is all for me." There was a possessive note in his words that made her clench around his finger. "Yes," she whispered. And that made something dark flare in his gaze before he captured her mouth in a frenzied mating. One thing she was sure of, they wouldn't be getting to sleep for a while."

"When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind."

"She was his life, his everything."

"She was everything he'd ever hoped for but hadn't known existed."

"He wanted to regain his memory, but not if it cost him Victoria. He would give up everything for her."

"Will you do me a favor?" Declan asked. If he looked at her with those dark, intoxicating eyes, she was likely to do anything he asked. "Maybe." "Any more dreams you have, no matter how small, will you tell me about them?" "Even the ones that star you?" The almost flirty quiestion slipped out before she could stop herself. A slow grin spread across his fallen-angel face. The man just looked as if he wanted to do wicked things -- and she'd let him. "Especially those."

"The last time he'd walked through a woman's dreams, she'd almost killed him."

"I do want you. More than my next breath."

"In wolf form, Ryan stalked through the woods, his hunger - and anger - mounting each second that passed. He'd just found out from Ana that Teresa had gone riding out to check the fence lines. By herself.... Panic hummed through him as he raced through a small patch of trees, lush and green now that it was spring."

"They wanted to stick her on a spit and roast her --- after doing some horrible things to her."

"I was thinking... that this isn't casual for me."

"Uh...are we going to talk about what just happened?" Victoria asked as Drake stepped over to Finn's desk to look at the map layout of the cemetery, seemingly calm about the fact that Bo and Nyx had just disappeared into thin air."

"Iris arched her back, pushing her breast farther into Wyatt's hungry mouth. Water from the giant marble-tiled hotel shower rushed down over them, the sound of it hitting the glass door seeming loud in the enclosure. He lightly pressed down with his teeth and tugged her nipple, sending a pulsing sweep of need through her. The man was too talented with his tongue."

"Cupping one of her cheeks, he swiped at the wetness. "Would you want to live without me?Tears flowing freely, she shook her head."Then don't expect me to live without you. You're mine, Fiona. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, from the moment you tried to warn me off fighting your brother because you were worried I'd get hurt. Don't you dare expect me to live a life without you! You go into the afterlife? So do I. Simple as that. If we have a day left, I want to enjoy every second of it with you."

"How old are you exactly?" The corner of his mouth curved up, the grin so ridiculously sexy it made butterflies take flight in her stomach. "Thirty-two." "Hmm, eight year difference. Not exactly robbing the cradle, but I think I might have to rethink this whole thing between us." She kept her voice light, teasing. He snorted and pinched her butt, making her yelp. "Think all you want, I'm not going anywhere."

"Sometimes it's all I can do to not look at you."

"I've seen you burn trained vampires to a crisp and swat supernatural beings away with your wings as if they were insects bothering you, and my driving is terrifying?""Well it's not good."

"If I get naked, I'm going to be on you then in you. Let me give you some foreplay, woman," he softly growled."

"She wanted her life back and that was mainly because of Vadim. She was a man she didn't want to leave. Even if her first instinct had been to flee, the time for running was over. She wouldn't live in fear forever."

"Cade shifted against the sheets, trying to ease his painful erection. He was going against every protocol there was. Sleeping in the same bed as the woman in his protective custody? Genius plan. It would be one thing if he was simply trying to comfort her, to make her feel at ease. Yeah, it would still be breaking some rules, but he was intensely attracted to her. Had been from the moment they met all those years ago."

"She couldn't walk away from him again. Her heart couldn't take it and she didn't think his could either. When she'd left him, it had been like cutting off a limb. And she had, essentially. Because Ian was a part of her, embedded in her skin, her soul."

"Aiden whirled on the tall cowboy. "What the fuck's your problem? Teresa looks like sex on heels so pull that stick out of your ass."

"He couldn't tell if she was checking him out with sexual interest or sizing him up. Did she know who he was? Truly was...Or maybe she just wanted to get to know him. Hell if he knew. It'd been too long since he'd paid attention to a woman and he hated that he couldn't tell if that was feminine interest in her gaze.And now, after two years, his cock decided to wake up.Fuck."

"No one was getting past him."

"Don't." That one word made him freeze. "Don't what?" "Touch me right now." Her voice cracked on the last word before she swallowed hard again. "If you do, I'll invite you to join me in bed and I don't think that's the smartest thing right now." "What not?" he asked bluntly. Because getting naked with her sounded like a damn fine idea."

"Grant pressed his back against the outside wall of the turquoise and white two-story home he and a team of Miami PD officers were about to storm. On the surface the place fit in perfectly into the upper middle class neighborhood. On the inside, however, it was a fully functioning cocaine lab."

"Mr. Boy Scout was not for her. He was exactly the type of man her family would expect her to settle down with. Freaking perfect."

"Twenty years ago, two of the CIA's best double-agents had been murdered in their own home on Christmas Eve. The husband had been killed first, and the wife had been raped repeatedly before she'd been beaten to death. The two children were never found."

"She'd seen what was between his legs and she wasn't ashamed to admit she wanted to see it again. More than just see it. Touch and taste would be a good start."

"Before she could move or even think, the male shifted to his human form. Bran stood there, all six feet four inches of sexy, pissed off male. His expression was one of pure rage as he stepped toward her. Not that this stopped her from checking out every single naked inch of him. And the man was built. All those hard lines and striations looked as if he'd been carved from marble."

"He moved to her other breast, then lower, lower... She rolled her hips insistently when he settled between her open legs, crouched like a predator about to devour his prey."

"He paused and looked up at her with the gleam of a predator in his gaze. She shivered at the intensity, more than happy to be his prey."