You are right that a man needs light like he needs bread, but a man needs a little darkness, too, if only so that he can sleep, and dream.
Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. “Sawyer. ” In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. “Sawyer, what are we doing?” she whispered. He shook his head. “No f#cking clue.