Testosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

My money's on the lady," he drawled. "You don't tame a vixen, you just travel in her wake.

Testosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.

It can happen like that. It can build slowly. It can come like a gentle rainfall, or it can slam into you like a tsunami. You are my tsunami, love.

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn’t steal her kiss. He didn’t take it. He cajoled it from her.

Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.