" I’m going to get lost in you,” he breathes, his hand traveling back down the curve of my spine to the rear of my thigh. With one gentle tug, he pulls my leg up to rest against his hip, cupping my bum with his other. He searches my eyes desperately. “There’s something here,” he whispers. “I’m not imagining it. "

― Jodi Ellen Malpas , This Man (This Man, #1)