I’ll catch you angel, i’ll always catch you.
Day One of my life was the day I met you.
I couldn’t imagine that I’d ever fall in love again like I had with Gideon. For better or worse, he was my soulmate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.
If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.
Goddamn it. Wait for me, Eva. I waited my whole life for you.
What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?
I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.
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.
I look at you, angel, and I want you so badly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I want you.
Dark and Dangerous. And all mine.
You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.
Most suits made the man. Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should’ve been illegal.
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.
I go out of my way to make sure you don’t have any reason to feel jealous, but when you do get possessive, I like it. I want you to fight for me. I want you to care that much. I want you crazy about me. But possessiveness without trust is hell. If you don’t trust me, we’ve got nothing.
I won’t lie. I want to beat the hell out of any man who’s had you – you’d be smart to keep them the hell away from me – but nothing in your past can change how I feel about you.
You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken. And the greatest reward.
Sometimes love isn’t enough. And if it’s not enough, what good is it?
I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I’m with you. Just tell me what I have to do. And give me some room to screw up. I’ve never done this before. There’s a learning curve.
I watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. “Not bad,” he murmured. “Tell me if we made it right.” He kissed me.