Samantha Chase

“I can be patient, Vivienne, and I believe you’re worth waiting for.”

“There's something to said about smaller bed - you're forced to stay close to me. Where you belong.”

“Her eyes fluttered open and she found Matt to be impossibly close – so close she could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, could almost count his incredibly long lashes. Vivienne swallowed hard. This was it. There was no going back. And she really didn’t want to.”

“Matt?” “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.”

“She'd always been in love with Quinn. Ever since they were kids. She just... she knew. He was the one for her. Her soul mate. The only problem was Quinn didn't feel the same way. She was his pal. His buddy. There'd never once been anything romantic between them, and if he even suspected how she felt, he'd never let on.”

“I can't do this with you again and then watch you go," she admitted, her breathing ragged. Her skin tingled all over where their bodies touched and it felt as if it were over a thousand degrees in the house.”

“Reece?" she asked softly."Hmmm?""Kiss me."And he did. There wasn't even a possibility of saying no.”

“Sometimes you can miss out on something amazing by being in a hurry.”

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “A guy in a pair of ripped jeans who takes off his shirt because he’s all sweaty is kind of hot.”

“Quinn shucked his jeans but left his boxers on as he crawled on the bed and covered her body - kissing her along the way. "I think one of us is still overdressed," he murmured. She couldn't help but tease him. "I was wondering why you left your boxers on." And then he rested his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and smiled. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" She shook her head. "I was hoping to make it... hard. Very, very hard.”

“Alesha walked up to him and looped her arms around his shoulders as she went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. She only meant for it to be a quick kiss but Reece's arms instantly banded around her as he took it deeper. She was readily on board. The man certainly knew how to kiss and she wasn't going to ask him to stop!...She squirmed for a moment and then reluctantly lifted her head. "Wow."He chuckled. "I kind of like that I keep getting that response from you.""I'm normally much more prolific with words but whenever you kiss me, I can't seem to remember any."His smile deepened. "Now I definitely like that.”

“The only thing standing between her and her beautiful new home was her own silly insecurity and Matt Reed.”

“I just want to be with you. You're my home. My heart. I love you.”

“Clearly, being in love makes you an idiot," he muttered...”

“He was a living, breathing fantasy. Her own rock and roll fantasy at that! And every minute of every day it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the attraction brewing between them.”

“With this one kiss it was possible Riley Shaughnessy had ruined her for any other man. She’d dated plenty in her life, but no one had ever kissed her like this. And she had a feeling no one else ever would.”

“Brace yourself, Savannah Daly. I’m taking you home to meet the family.”

“I always hated guys who were so damn wrapped up in themselves they thought they could do no wrong.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Turns out I’m one of them.”

“What is it you want, Savannah?” His voice was so low it was almost a growl. She looked up at his face finally as she licked her lips. He was going to make her say the words – to tell him why she was up here, knocking on his door and ogling him like the world’s greatest treat. “You,” she said, her voice barely audible.”

“He was the perfectly flawed man.”