" care to explain, so he turned her into his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes blinked open as if her lids were almost too heavy to hold up. “You really shouldn’t kiss me like that, Rafe. I swear when you do it, I can’t seem to think clearly.” “Why don’t you just relax and let me do the thinking for the both of us for a while? "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)