“Sweetheart, for you, I’d share whatever you asked.”

“With this one kiss it was possible Riley Shaughnessy had ruined her for any other man. She’d dated plenty in her life, but no one had ever kissed her like this. And she had a feeling no one else ever would.”

“He was a living, breathing fantasy. Her own rock and roll fantasy at that! And every minute of every day it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the attraction brewing between them.”

“What is it you want, Savannah?” His voice was so low it was almost a growl. She looked up at his face finally as she licked her lips. He was going to make her say the words – to tell him why she was up here, knocking on his door and ogling him like the world’s greatest treat. “You,” she said, her voice barely audible.”

“Her eyes widened as he stalked her from across the kitchen. “There is no way I can ignore you – it’s impossible. Just like it would be impossible to stop breathing.” And then, because he figured they were already fighting, he might as well poke the bear a little more. So he grabbed her and kissed her. Hard. Wet. And wild.”

“Sweetheart, for you, I’d share whatever you asked.”

“Brace yourself, Savannah Daly. I’m taking you home to meet the family.”

“Sometimes you can miss out on something amazing by being in a hurry.”

“That was the hottest haircut ever.”

“He still had the problem with getting the album finished. Now was definitely not the time to be messing around with a reporter or a woman. And now he had both those things rolled into one glorious package. He just hoped he survived them both.”

“Stop talking," she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane.”