A home isn’t only defined by what you need, Bram. It’s also about the people who need you

Colin stared at the officer. “Thorne, you scare me. I’m not ashamed to say it.

Her,” he said. “I’ll take her.

When you look at me that way, I feel so beautiful." "You are beautiful." He signed deep in his chest. His hands slid up and down her arms, caressing her roughly. "So damned beautiful." "So are you." She put a hand to his bare chest, tracing the defined ridges of his musculature. "Like a diamond. Hard and gleaming, and cut with all these exquisite facets. Inside...pure, brilliant fire.

I’ll be damned,” he muttered.“Most likely.” She folded the blanket with efficient snaps. “And I may be joining you, after what we just did.

I'm male. You rubbed your...femaleness all over me. I didn't think. I reacted.

Clearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?