He reached for her and she went willingly into his arms. He kissed her deeply,...

He reached for her and she went willingly into his arms. He kissed her deeply, feeling the waves of shivers washing through her. Even as his mouth claimed hers, his hands were everywhere. Tracing the length of her spine, squeezing the curve of her butt, sliding up her hips to her waist. There was a confidence to Duncan, a sureness that allowed her to relax. His strength made her want to surrender, because being around him was inherently safe.
<...>''Don't make me hit you. I have a great jab." "You have a sad excuse for a jab. It would be like being attacked by a butterfly.'' "I was calm and rational," she told him. "You were a girl. Admit it." "I could hit you right now." "You could and no one would notice. Especially not me.