The Sweetest Thing by Jill Shalvis
A Lucky Harbor Novel
He laughed softly. "Are you still working on your issues?"
"Yes," she said primly. "You?"
"I'm a work in progress, babe." He slid her a bad boy smile. "Still hungry?"
Oh boy. "Yes," she whispered. -- PG. 199
The amulet was so bright and so hot that she could feel it nearly burning her chest. Her blood raced beneath it, her breath coming in rapid shallow pants. Leto's body trembled in her arms, his green eyes blazing.
She almost dropped him as the words echoed unbidden in her head.
"Leto?" she said. She was going crazy. But Leto meowed softly, still holding her gaze.
-- PG. 22