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Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

And yet I understood the alienation of being around others who couldn't really see you or chose not to. I'd felt the self-loathing that came with being a fraud, protraying an image of what you wished you could be but weren't. I'd lived with the fear that people you loved might turn away from you if they ever got to know the true person hidden inside.

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

Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.

As he stared back, he altered...as if a shield slid away fro his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.

As long as Kline doesn't kiss you." The warning was clear in his voice. "Same goes." "If he kisses me, he's getting decked." I laughed. "You know what I meant.

Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.

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

Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day

Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

Doctor." Gideon set one ankle on the opposite knee and settled back, creating a picture of unyielding decisiveness. "The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us." Chapter 3 pg 50

Don't leave me." "Leave you? I'm going to marry you.

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

Do you want to suck face or not?” “Suck face?” His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against me. It was a lusty, full-bodied sound and my toes curled at hearing it. Gideon laughed so rarely. My hands slid under his sweater and glided over that warm skin. My lips moved over his jaw. “Is that a no?” “Angel, I’ll suck on any part of your body I can get my mouth on.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

Eva: Do you understand how much time and work a relationship between us is going to take? Gideon Gideon: but you're worth it and i want you bad enough, so i guess i dont have a choice dont I?

Eva: it's going to be a lot of work.,Gideon Gideon: im not afraid of work Im only afraid of LOSING YOU

From the moment I first saw him— saw through his stunning and impossibly gorgeous exterior to the dark and dangerous man inside— I’d felt the pull that came from finding the other half of myself. I needed him like I needed my heart to beat, and he’d put himself in great jeopardy, risking everything— for me.

Gideon knew exactly what I liked. Not because I’d told him, but because he paid attention to everything about me.

Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

Gideon was a force of nature, his magnetic self-possession so powerful it put everyone around him in his shadow. I saw flashes of it every day and was awed by it, but not nearly as much as I was by the charming, wryly amusing lover I had entirely to myself in our private moments together.

Gideon was a man who’d lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he’d accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I’d only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn’t survive.

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

Gideon woke up ready to conquer the world, and he liked to start that domination with me. How lucky was I?

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

Has that line ever worked for anyone?” “I’m not feeding you lines. I mean every word.” … “Day One of my life was the day I met you.” “Okay, that’s a winner. You can put it in.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.

…he murmured. “Of course, you’re my favorite ride.” “Aw, that’s sweet, baby. And you’re my favorite joystick.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.

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.

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.

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

I can let you in, Eva. I’m trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can’t stand feeling like any moment I’m going to do or say something wrong and you’re going to bolt.

I can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You’ve got the advantage, state your demands.

I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

I can't live without my smartphone, but I really geek on coding. It's not so much technology that I like, but puzzle solving.

I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time." He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, "I'm in love with you." With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.

I don’t need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you’re in it.” He turned the corner and pulled up in front of the Crossfire behind the Bentley. He killed the engine, released his seat belt, and took a deep breath. “Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn’t before. I have a place now, with you.

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

I'd rather argue with you, angel, than laugh with anyone else." Jesus. It took me a minute to be able to swallow the last bite in my mouth. "You know . . . I love you madly." He smiled. "Yes, I know.

I'd stop the world from spinning for you