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Quinn
If I didn’t move, like right now, I was going to run after him and jump on his broad back.
He was scarred. Everywhere. Or at least everywhere I could see, which was his enormous, muscled torso. I wanted to lick and kiss and trace each and every mark on his body, even the ones I had yet to see.
I should have been terrified or shocked or something. Anything but this gut-deep reaction to seeing the evidence of the horrors he’d survived. Knowing he was brutally strong, massive, a warrior, a fighter, a merciless enemy to anyone who would dare oppose him made me so hot I was having trouble getting air into my lungs. I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe. This alien soldier made me feel safe and cherished and protected.
It was his words, the ruthless vehemence of them that had
