" I’ve got you,” he whispered.
With strong hands, he raised her body, her lips to his, and the resulting union streaked through her like fire. Their mouths might be made for sniping, but mostly they were made for this. Better they should be used for this. A perfect melding of lips and tongues, the tangle so sweet, the chemistry so right.
I’ve got you. For the first time in what seemed like forever, someone had her. "

― Kate Meader , Flirting with Fire (Hot in Chicago, #1)