How do you feel?”Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. “Like I want you to kiss me again.”And _that_ was the invitation he’d been waiting for.

Cold rage had him leaning closer, the pistol now a mere inch from his throat. “I served with them for a decade in Special Forces. You can’t _begin_ to know what that means. Now they’re...

He was, she realised, quite graceful. The very idea surprised her. Male grace was a quality she’d never thought of beyond the ballroom; either a man could dance a quadrille with skill and without stepping...

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?