" I want to kiss you,” he said. His thumb moved out of the hollow of her throat, and then back in. “Badly.”
Her eyes closed and her brows hunched over them a moment. Then her forehead smoothed, as if she had worked out the solution to a problem. “No,” she said. “You want to kiss me well. You just want it badly. "

― Suanne Laqueur , An Exaltation of Larks (Venery, #1)