So my question is, how fast can we get you undressed?”“I hope you have your stopwatch set.” I yank my nightshirt off and toss it onto the floor.

He finds that spot, that magic spot— “Oh. Oh my,” I whisper against his muscular chest. “I never want to see my vibrator again.”“And you won’t. You have me now.

He’s already whipped off his belt. “Yes, dammit, I want you. Now.” He pulls off his boots. “And then I want you in my bed—where you belong. Are we clear on that?

He kicks the bedroom door open, crosses the threshold, and then kicks it closed again before tossing me onto the bed. “That means I’m back for what we both want. And it’s about time we stop arguing and admit it. Both of us.