Zero Hour by Megan Erickson

Roarke is one passionate man, and he can be a bit blood thirsty with that passion, “this is going to be a effing disaster,” he muttered almost to himself, as his gaze began to roam. Down her neck, across her chest, which heaved with deep breaths, and then down to where his hand was tucked between her legs. “He’s going to make one wrong move, and I’m going to eff up the whole thing by blowing his brains out.” Roarke tends to get all flustered when trying to get his feelings out in the open, “yeah, a thing…” He blew out a breath. “First, thanks for letting me in and not slamming the door in my face. I know you wanted to.” I liked this book, I loved Roarke.