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“Nate was suddenly famished, and not for food. Seeing the look of bliss on her face and hearing her moan in pleasure had his blood pumping. He wanted to see her look like that again. He wanted to make her make those sounds. He swallowed hard and looked down at his food. He made himself eat and complimented her cooking, though he was too distracted by the throbbing in his pants to really taste it.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“He knelt down beside her and caressed her cheek. The bruising had faded to an ugly green and even with it, she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "When you hurt, I hurt.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“He caressed her face and pulled her into a tight, desperate hug. She held him back just as tightly because she knew in her heart that it was the last time she'd let him this close to her.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“You're even more perfect than I remember," Nate murmured against her lips. "It's been so long.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“She pulled at his shirt until it was off. "Damn." She sucked in a breath and ran her hands up his chiseled chest. "You live at the gym or something?"
"Physical health is extremely important." His eyes grew dark as he examined her matching panties that left little to his imagination.
"Fuck yeah, it is," Morgan agreed. She licked her lips as she counted his abs.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“Nate! Oh my God, Nate!" she screamed his name as she orgasmed wildly. Nate surrendered himself to the pleasure as he felt the pulsing of her orgasm around his penis and let himself go with her.
He held his position over her, leaning his chest on hers, while he remained inside of her. His forearms held his weight so he didn't crush her with his body, not that she would have cared.

"I love you, Morgan." He touched his forehead to hers and shuttered as her hands drew lazily on his back.

"I love you, too," she said on a wave of bliss.

She was so warm and perfect, that he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't afford to push her body past its limits. Slowly, he eased out of her and she whimpered at the loss.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“He wanted the one woman he couldn't have. The one female who had grown immune to his good looks and his bad-boy charm. The only one he felt, he had ever connected with on a deeper level.”
― H.S. Howe, The Will to Try

“She switched the music from her party jam to slow country. Matt Stell's song, "I prayed for you" came on and she wondered if a man would ever love her like that.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“...it just reinforced that they were over. They'd been apart too long this time. There was nothing left.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“He gave her one last slow kiss, before forcing himself out the door and into the night.

Morgan locked the door and placed a hand over her wildly beating heart. "Exclusive." He didn't want anyone else. A smile took over her face...”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“Are you sure you want to marry into this family?" she teased. "It comes with a few jackasses," she nodded toward Daniel.

"I'm sure. I don't plan to lose you a second time." He slid on the ring, fully aware she hadn't said yes.”
― H.S. Howe, The Billionaire's Willed Wife

“God, he loved this woman. Ever so gently, he titled her chin to his and lightly kissed her lips. It wasn't for lust or show, but simply for comfort, for both of them. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the car.”
― H.S. Howe, The Billionaire's Willed Wife

“God, he loved this woman. Ever so gently, he tilted her chin to his and lightly kissed her lips. It wasn't for lust or show, but simply for comfort, for both of them. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the car.”
― H.S. Howe, The Billionaire's Willed Wife

“She turned and smiled at him. Was it his imagination, or did the smile not reach her eyes?”
― H.S. Howe, The Billionaire's Willed Wife

“Well, yes, he knew how much I love you-"

Isla slumped in his arms and wept. "That's not love, Alex. Please leave," she whispered against him.

"No," he softly replied.

She jerked in his arms and pounded her fists into his chest. "Get out!"

"No!" He threw her over his shoulder and carted her inside.”
― H.S. Howe, The Billionaire's Willed Wife

“He wanted nothing more than to reignite the flame between them. To strike the match and burn for her, and with her, until they were both nothing but a pile of hot coals. His hands literally itched to reach out and grab her the way a man is allowed to grab a woman that's his.”
― H.S. Howe, The Will to Try