Ophelia London

“Though there're minor side effects in male adults." "What side effect?" She cocked an eyebrow and lowered her voice. "Spontaneous prolonged erection, big guy...in some test subjects," she added clinically. "A lot of those early tests were done on gorillas... "I'm not a gorilla." She glanced down the front of his lab coat. "Not yet.”

“I shouldn't brag, but I'm one of the top experts in my field."She swallowed. "Of shark sex, you mean.""Well, that, too. Anything you want to know on the subject, Sharona... anything" --he pulled back a sexy half grin --- "I'd be happy to enlighten you.”

“I don't spill my drinks on just any man, you know." She touched his cheek. "only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.”

“You have no idea what I'm thinking," he said. "No idea what I'm feeling --- about you." He walked to her, reached out and touched her cheek. "But we both need to find out.”

“One of the most elusive things about the white shark is their, uh..." His eyes moved to hers and he held them there."Their what?" she asked when he didn't finish, a bit rapt by his expression.He kept his eyes locked on her. "Their mating.""Mating," she repeated, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the way he was looking at her...then suddenly not looking at her."We don't know if individual animals spawn in a certain spot every time --- kind of like a human might go to a particular pub if she wants some action. Juan an example, mind you?She folded her arm, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Pub Uh-huh."Jeff leaned against the railing, his expression looking smug at her embarrassment. "For all we know, sharks are just, ya know, doing it everywhere.""Like the Kardasians?" ...."But who know. Maybe, if we play just the right mood music, you and I will get lucky, Sharona Blaire."Was he talking about shark reproduction... or human?And... was he flirting? Earlier, he'd gone cold and hostile when she'd tried to apologize. The man was a ball of contradiction. A very sexy, very nice-smelling contradiction."Well." She swallowed, staring in his eyes. "I'm all for getting lucky.”

“I love hugging you," Luke said. "I love how our bodies fit when we're still...I feel like a broken record when I say I know there are a hundred reasons why we shouldn't but Nat, I really want to kiss you.”

“If your heart loses the ability to trust, you'll never love again.”

“Luke's eyes were on a government position in DC, while all Natalie wanted was help make the world a sweeter place.”

“She lifted her chin; her head weighed fifty pounds. "You tried to poison me." Pretty sure I succeeded in that.”

“And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.”“Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. “Offer to buy me dinner first, then I’m all yours.”

“Luke snapped awake to see the gray-haired woman looking at him while adjusting her glasses. She smiled like he was something to eat. "There aren't many good shots of you when Natalie was on your lap. She's either leaning over you, or you're at her neck like Bela Lugosi. Though there's one really good part at the end ---”

“You're head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.”

“I want you alone," he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.”

“Hey," Natalie said. "You're here early." "It's almost seven. Why are you covered in chocolate? Your clothes and your...your face. Both your faces." Luke looked at Natalie, really looked at her. Yep, she was smeared with chocolate like it was camo paint, transferred from his mouth to hers and back again too many times to count. "We were..." Natalie began. "We were just ---" "Sampling," Luke cut in. If Natalie had wanted Ivy to know, she would've come straight out with it. Ivy crossed her arms. "Sampling?" "Yeah, I'm interested in her...product. So she let me, uh, try some." Wow, he couldn't have sounded kinkier if he'd tried. "But it's all over the floor on that side of the lab. Like, all over the place. It's even on the wall. How did it get on the ceiling? You must be one sloppy eater.”

“She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.”

“His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldn't have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.”

“Your head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.”

“Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they weren't even touching ---was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?”

“She kissed her teenage fantasy, the popular boy she used to dream would see something special in her and love her forever. The man kissed her back.”

“He pointed past her shoulder. "We're surrounded by neighbors. Though once I have you inside, the walls are thick. You'll have to scream really loud for anyone to hear.”