If Souls Could Be Mated

His Kisses Were Gifts. He Kissed With Everything He Had, With Power And Passion And Hunger And Love. He Held Nothing Back, Giving Everything, Exposing Everything.

If I Owned Gideon, He Possessed Me. I Couldn’t Imagine Belonging To Anyone Else.

He Reached For My Hand, Lifted It To His Lips, And Kissed My Fingertips. "i Love You.

What Are You Doing?" He Breathed. "you're Going Around, Stirring Up Everything." "i've Got Time On My Hands," I Shot Back, Just As Breathless, "since I Dumped My Asshat Boyfriend." He Growled, Fiercely Passionate, His Hand In My Hair Pulling So Tightly It Pained Me. "you Can't Make This Up With A Kiss Or A F*ck, Gideon. Not This Time." Gideon & Eva

What Is It With You, Sex, And Modes Of Transportation?