" Did you just kiss my arse?” His amused, sleepy rumble did nothing to alleviate my need for him. I giggled. “You’re lucky that’s all I did. I want to bite that ass every time I see it.” “Well, for future reference . . .” He began to turn and I leaned back to let him. “You can bite my arse any time you please.” Lying on his back, Nate stared up at me with an adorable mix of sleepiness and desire and he smoothed his hands up my naked thighs. "

― Samantha Young , On Hart’s Boardwalk (On Dublin Street, #6.7; Hart's Boardwalk, #2.5)