“I like a man who can throw his weight around,” she says to me. “I want someone who can tackle me down and pin me… who can crush me if he wanted to, but won’t.” That’s me. I’m that guy. “I want someone who can douse me with fear and lust at the same time. Who keeps me safe and spikes my adrenaline in the same breath.” She runs her hand up to my throat and wraps her dainty little fingers around my neck. “I want someone who shows me how to live wildly.” She tips her head to the side again. “Are you that someone, Carson?”
