QUOTE : When he looked back at her, he was smiling with a male pride that made absolutely no sense at all. “I have hurt you.” She wanted to cry. “I have—” “Shh.” He brushed a damp strand away from her face. “I love it. I fucking love it. Scratch me. Dent me. Bite me—s’all good.” “You are… nuts.” To use a colloquialism she’d picked up on. “I’m not finished is what I am—” Except as he went to move in her, she winced. Instantly, he froze. “Shit, that was pretty rough.” “It was wonderful.