I Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or

I'd Rather Argue With You, Angel, Then Laugh With Anyone Else.

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 Own Your Pleasure," I Whispered Into His Mouth. "i'll Take It If You Won't Give It To Me.

My Heroines, More Often Than Not, Are The Ones Who Are Troubled And Resistant.

..nothing In Your Past Can Change How I Feel About You. And God Knows I’m No Saint.