" He had a lusty appreciation for them all- tall, short, curvy, thin, blonde, brunette, commoner, aristocrat. But there was something particularly appealing about that... luscious little mess. Her plump, rouged lips and those sweet erect nipples like hard pink candies pressing against her plunging gown had roused in him a mental groan of lust; and yet, the expression in her big, emerald eyes had looked so vulnerable and lost- pathetic, almost- that it had summoned up an even fiercer protective instinct in him.
Quite bewildering.
Something about the shivering, shoeless, tipsy tart had nearly touched the chunk of stone that had once been his heart. In that moment, he had not known which he had wanted more: to gather her onto his lap and comfort her, or to lay her down and ride her into mindless, sweaty ecstasy. "

― Gaelen Foley , My Dangerous Duke (Inferno Club, #2)