Dylan is such a passionate man, "eff." He groaned, hand flexing where it cupped her a**. "God, eff." He's also a man of few words. He's cocky, "sweetheart," he drawled, putting his Texas accent into his words as he drifted closer to her. "I'd be in your pants right now if that was all I wanted." He's all about fairness so when his woman marks him it's only fair that he does the same, "with his cup removed, his erection strained against his compression shorts. He shoved the door open and stepped into the visitor's locker room. He owed her for that hickey. And those scratch marks." He's also a cuddler but he doesn't like to let on to that fact, it might ruin his manly reputation, "my ned's big enough to share," he said, his lazy smile tingling over her. It wasn't sexual but was far more dangerous." I enjoyed this book I loved Dylan.
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