Sylvia Day, Bared to You

"He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions."

"I want there to be happily-ever-afters for the fucked-up crowd. Show me the way, Eva honey. Make me believe."

"Are you sleeping with anyone?” The question was asked so casually it took a second to process what he’d said. I inhaled sharply. “Why is that any business of yours?” He looked at me and I saw what I’d seen the first time we’d met—tremendous power and steely control. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. Again. At least I didn’t fall this time; I was making progress. “Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything."

"Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true."

"I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you."

"It's a full time job with a part-time companion."

"I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones."

"You know how it is - some hot guys don't make your hormones go crazy, while some unattractive guys have massive sex appeal. This guy had it all."

"Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything."