She slid her hands up the front of Sawyer's shirt, shoving at it, wanting to see and feel all of him. Every muscular inch he was trying to hide under his clothes. She felt almost crazed with the need.	When he pulled his head back, breathing hard, he stared down at her. "How much have you had to drink?"	"Not enough to regret this.
Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
romantic-suspense