A biography for Kathy Lyonshasn’t been written yet.
“He didn't just want to mate with Becca, he wanted her to orgasm around his dick for a decade.”
“A roll of five condoms unfurled from her hand. "I found these in your bathroom." "Did you check the expiration date?" God knew it had been a while since he'd needed one of those. She nodded. "We're okay, if you're okay." "Baby," he growled. "We're headed for something exponentially better than just okay.”
“If he'd cut off his right arm to make her happy, then how much harder could it be to cut out his heart?”
“Stay strong," said the detective. "They respect strength." What the hell was she supposed to do? Break a chair? Bench-press a Volvo?”
“She tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. "No diseases, right?" she asked, before she lost all reason. "No weird shifter thing I should know about beforehand?" "All human normal," he said, his eyes dark and intense as he looked at her. Then he flashed a wicked smile. "Though my endurance might be legendary.”
“Bring it, grizzly. Show me what you've got.”
“Her hand drifted over his left nipple, and one of her fingers moved, sending lightning straight down to his groin. She was killing him, but he'd be damned if he moved one tiny inch. And if he was really, really lucky, she'd do it again.”
“She looked back at him, her lips curving into an incredulous smile. "The man who just gave me the best orgasms of my life is asking me out on a date?" "Um... yeah?" "Um...okay.”
“He just wants to be heard," Hank said.That's all any of us want. To know that someone hears our pain.”