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.

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.

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.

What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?