“Ride em, cowgirl,' he said.And she did.”

“You'd think after seven years of riding, I'd have you broken in by now.' She licked him intimately.”

“He had wanted. He had needed. He had desired. And he had taken. But he had never loved.”

“He had to take Plott unaware.”

“Have you ever done any running or jogging?” Hawk asked.[...]“I walk,” she told him. “I’ve never had any desire to run or jog.”“Why not? Don’t you like to sweat?”“As a matter of fact, I don’t.” She smiled. “Besides, Southern ladies never sweat. We don’t even perspire.”“Then what the hell do you do?”“We glow.”

“She swung the Stetson around and around on her finger, lifted it and whirled it through the air. It landed right on target, sitting up straight over his arousal.”

“He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.”