" 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. "

― Gail McHugh , Collide (Collide, #1)