“Do you always take what you think is yours without waiting for permission?” I bury my smile in her neck as I haul her body flush against mine. “Always.” “Mmm. A common criminal, Mr. Brodie.” “Better to seek forgiveness than permission.” “I don’t believe you’ve ever apologized for taking my heart all those years ago, and certainly not my panties.” “Why would I do that? I didn’t think those things belonged to me; I knew they did.”
