Wash is quite the demanding man, “spread your legs.” I shot a glance toward the door. “It’s locked . Now spread your effing legs, Caroline.” He shed his blazer and tossed it to the floor." Wash is quite the cuddled, "...he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me back into his arms. My back slammed against his chest with a thunk. “Where are you going?” His voice was shot through with sleep, raspy and sexy as hell." I really liked this book, and I hate to say it but I liked Wash a whole lot more than Lincoln.