"And there are far more terrible fates then crashing on a bed of soft, forgiving, gelatin."
"Like a leaf uncurling beneath the kiss of the sun, desire unfolded deep in the core of her being, growing, expanding, watered by the sound of her name on his lips, nurtured by their mutual need."
"'Personally,' she went on, 'the only time I happen to like you is when I've got my legs wrapped around your waist. So if I've got to deal with Grouchy Frown Man all day, the least you can do is pleasure me at night."
"He reached down between their meshed bodies and found once more that magical little button of flesh, and suddenly Charity exploded into pleasure."
"It was like being born on ocean waves, only they were inside her and she was master of them."
"Her heart thumping, she dipped her hand deeper beneath the water, letting her fingers glide across and then tangle in the thick coppery curls springing at his loins.
Her own loins went molten at the intimacy, especially when the backs of her fingers brushed against the smooth, silky skin of his thick, swollen shaft.
Aveline's breath caught and her hand froze, her fingers curling deeper into his nether curls as his manhood twitched and jerked against her. And though she could scarce believe it, swelled and lengthened even more.
'Dear saints,' she whispered, looking down at the large, plum-sized head. Jutting well above the still-steaming water, a tiny glistening droplet of moisture appeared on its tip."
