Bohannon didn't even fathom that being a problem. But then his feet weren't as soft as hers either. There wasn't a whole lot of soft about him. Maybe his hair, and his beard. That was it.
He nuzzled her cheek, as sweet as could be, before the devil in him spoke out. "How bad do you want it?" That slow southern drawl, his tone cut deep, as he went to wiggling his fingers inside her again.