Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

I want us to be more spontaneous. I want the superhero to come home and take me. Nothing to do with being his wife. Everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone.

That topsy-turvy, warm feeling of arousal was attraction. An unfamiliar feeling that had never occurred before was happening with her enemy.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

You taste like mine.