Gideon Cross Quotes

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.

There wasn't a second that passed when you weren't on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Day One of my life was the day I met you.

Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.

I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly. “I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I can’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

As he stared back, he altered...as if a shield slid away fro his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.