Ripped by Edie Harris

Toby I loved him, "don’t call yourself trash,” he said harshly, the leather of his gloves creaking and stretching as he fisted the steering wheel with both hands." He's quite the forgiving man, "his hands closed around her biceps, fingers warm through the thin silk of her blouse. “Chandler, I didn’t know I wanted you to kiss me until you did.” He drew her closer, until her chest met his and his breath fanned her flushed cheeks. “Don’t you dare apologize to me." Chandler is always eager to please her man, "I can get closer, baby, promise.” She kicked off her shoes as the masculine hand at her throat fell to her waist . “Up,” she demanded, and jumped. He caught her with ease, athletic reflexes snapping to attention as her thighs clenched his narrow hips." I loved that he could be a sap, "it's always a ‘we’ now, sweetheart. I claimed you, remember?” He smiled when she blushed, bending to brand her with a brief, hard kiss. “That claim goes both ways, Chandler. I’m yours, until my heart stops beating." I enjoyed this book.