Bianca melted.

There could be no other expression for the way she sagged in his arms, surrendering to him. Like she had been waiting all this while for this moment, he thought in wonder.

She felt his burly arms, slick with sweat, his body, damp with more sweat, but she could not care. Her arms wound around his neck, slippery and toned, relishing the feel of the Irishman's body, packed with muscle, as she gave herself up to him.

Their mouths found each other with an urgency ...