Rose couldn’t really say since he started kissing her as soon as they were inside the door and they never got around to turning on the lights. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her into the bedroom. It was a pretty impressive performance—he didn’t break the kiss until his knees hit the bed and he collapsed on top of her. “Beg for mercy?” he murmured. “Me or you?” “I’m working on it.” She pulled his shirt free from his pants, then ran her hands down his back, feeling the smooth ridges of muscle. Evan might be lean, but he definitely wasn’t puny. He closed his eyes, raising his head, his lips curving into a tense grin. “Keep going—you’re heading in an interesting direction.” “You have no idea.” She grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. He loomed over her, his body silvery in the moonlight except where his chest was bisected by a line of dark hair.
