"I respect you," he murmured. "and your views. I think of you as an equal. I respect your brains, and all those big words you like to use. But I also want to rip your clothes off and have sex with you until you scream and cry and see God." -Jack Travis (Smooth Talking Stranger)"
"I was just thinking if the sex with you is one-tenth as fun as arguing with you. I'll be one happy bastard." "You'll never find out. You--------" He kissed me. ~ Jack Travis & Ella Varner"
"I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho." In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. "What's the tenth thing?" I asked his shirtfront. He paused, considering it. "Never mind," he grumbled. "That one would make me sound like a psycho, too."
Dear Jack, I love you, too. And I think I know the secret to a long and happy marriage-- just choose someone you can't live without. For me, that would be you. So if you insist on being traditional . . . Yes. --Ella
"He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. "Amanda, do you trust me?" "Of course not," she said. "I don't know the first thing about you." Laughter rustled from his chest. "Sensible woman."