His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of goose bumps appeared. How did he keep doing this to me? Marcusโwho made every girl in the world swoonโhad zero effect on me. But one whisper of a touch from Adrian completely undid me.
Richelle MeadWeโre suckers for this, Sydney. Men. Youโve got me completely helpless right now. Youโre so beautiful and alluring, and we guys canโt help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed.โ She turned my face toward hers. โThis wasnโt exactly difficult for me.โ โBut we still have it easy. Youโre the strength, the pillars . . . our defenders, our childrenโs defenders.
Richelle Mead