Lea

“Full-out guts. That’s what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me.”

For the first time she moved to him, laid a hand on his cheek. Almost as soon as she had, she dropped her hand and stepped back again, embarrassed. “I’ve been a cop for ten years, Roarke, never had more than some bumps and bruises. Don’t worry about it.”

“I think you’re going to have to get used to having someone worry about you, Eve.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“I have to go.” With her face averted, she sat up and wondered how she was going to find her clothes.
“I don’t think so.” Roarke’s voice was lazy, confident, and infuriating. Even as she started to get off the bed, he snagged her arm, overbalanced her, and had her on her back again.
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He lost his breath and with it the words when her elbow shot into his stomach. In the blink of an eye, she’d reversed their positions. That well-aimed elbow was now pressing dangerously on his windpipe. “Listen, pal, I come and go as I please, so check your ego.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“I want you inside me.”
“You only want one aspect inside you,” he murmured.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“Or if that fails, you find yourself a damn good woman to help keep you grounded.” I chuckled at that. I’d gotten to know Mrs. Hasson quite well over the years and it wasn’t any secret she kept Coach in line.”
― L.A. Cotton, The Game You Play