Quote by Gail McHugh
““Am I making it hard for you?” he asked mockingly. “Yes, Gavin you are,” she quietly spat, her fingertips white-knuckled around her glass. With his need for her trapped inside – blistering hot, sweltering, ready to explode – he leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “Good, because whenever you’re near me, I fucking lose every bit of self-control I have left.””
