She packed a wallop in that tiny little curvaceous body of hers. It was hard to tell just by looking at her, but she literally knocked him on his ass every time.
"What?" he said breathless. He had no idea where she was going with this, not that he hadn't ended up practically naked with every encounter. He was king of rerouting plans, and finding new passages to get what he wanted--"Am I rubbing off on you?" he said with a weak chuckle. He was starting to think this girl was made of something else than just pure mortal blood. It was possible, but then so were all his thoughts when she knocked him down with that shield of emotions.