“I’m half Italian.”“Which half?” the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted with men. His lips curved in a slow, sexy smile that made her heart trip. “From the waist down.”

“I'm half italian""Which half" asked Tessa"From the waist down”

“Her gaze met his, her green eyes glazed and filled with shadows. "I-Iain?" Iain understood those shadows only too well. She was in shock. She had witnessed the full horror of war. Worse, she had killed a man. Like a young soldier after his first battle, she was struggling to cope. 'Twas an anguish no woman should have to bear.His rage broke like the tide against the shore, and before he could think, he pulled her hard against him, held her, stroked her hair. "You foolish, brave woman! Why do you no' obey me?" "What the bloody hell is he doin'?" Connor asked from somewhere behind them. Morgan answered, "I think he's punishin' her." "If he tries this on the men, they'll mutiny.”

“He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and heldher before him. “You’re cold.”Unable to meet his gaze, Kara spoke without thinking.“N-no, it’s not that.”His brow furrowed for a moment and then he seemed tounderstand. He grinned, a sexy know-it-all grin, and ran afinger down her cheek. “I’m glad I was able to provoke areaction.”Her sexual frustration became irritation. She glowered athim. “How is it you remain so unaffected?”His eyebrows rose, and he gave a snort. “Unaffected?”Without warning, he cupped her bottom, pulled her hardagainst him, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of hisarousal. He was rock-hard, huge.Her inner muscles clenched—hard—and the air rushedout of her lungs. “Oh!”He thrust against her, his eyes dark with obvious malehunger. His voice was deep and husky. “Nothing about youleaves me unaffected, Kara.”

“She had just pulled her dress coat from it's hanger when Connor came bouncing out of her bedroom and down the hallway with something in his hand."Mommy, what's this jiggle stick?" She looked up to see her son standing not two feet away from Reece with her purple jelly vibrator in his hand. And he was shaking it, making it waggle back and forth.”

“Joseph stood, his gaze traveling over Connor's clean-shaven face and hairless chest, his lips curving in a grin. "What's this? The Cub is not so furry.”

“Tessa touched her hand to his cheek. “You’re strong, brave, protective -” “So is a Doberman.”