" You said you wanted to remember something.” His palms slid up to the tops of her thighs and squeezed. “So lie back and let me do my thing.” That tongue of his made a reappearance—and didn’t that make her get on board with the plan. “G’on now,” he murmured with that Southern drawl. “Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow . . . real slow. "

― J.R. Ward , Crave (Fallen Angels, #2)