He tore his focus from her mouth, wondering how he could endure thirty days of this torture. Maybe he could make sure he wasn't around when she ate. Whipped cream especially.

Bouquet list. You've heard of the Jack Nicholson movie, right? The Bucket List? Two old guys who make a list of everything they want to do before they die. Well, when I was starting to recover, I wrote a list of the things I want to do now that I know I'm not going to die - my bouquet list.

He lifted her chin so she was looking directly in his eyes. "I have every faith that whatever you take on in your life, you'll do it with passion and determination, and I know you'll succeed." And then before she could make any sort of reply, he dipped his chin and placed his lips on hers.

I thought you said you didn't want this to happen," she whispered, still dizzy from his kiss. "That there was too much at stake." "You're a hard woman to resist, Yasmin Katsalos...

When she kissed him this time it was hungry, intoxicating. He let one hand track down her body, feeling her close. "I want you, Yasmin," he said, his breath ragged. "Badly.

Lane tipped his head nearer so their foreheads gently touched. "I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life," he said, his voice low and husky. "More than I thought it was possible to want.