He was also sex on freaking legs. Great legs. Attached to a great ass. Kristen knew she’d been in happy-happy land checking it out as she watched him load her sad, broken car onto his big, powerful truck. She shivered, seeing the parallels between herself and the little yellow car. It wasn’t PC, girl-power or whatever crap title they were tagging onto it these days, but she’d give anything for a big, physically powerful guy to take care of her for a while. Which led her right back to watching Kyle Roberts. He moved with a grace and fluidity she’d seen amongst dancers on set, but his frame was way bigger. Men that tall were usually ungainly, as though they struggled to interact with the world around them. Not Kyle. He moved as though he was the centre of the universe and everything revolved around him in an intricate dance. A sense of rightness added allure to every movement as he ratcheted the holding straps over her car tight, almost sending her ovaries into spontaneous combustion as the muscles stood out in high relief on his bare arms.
What do You think about The Cougar And The Wolf (2012)?
