From The Grey House:
“Vincent, you know what would have happened if we hadn’t spent the past two nights together.”
“I do, but now I don’t need you.” He was pulling his shirt over his head, so his words were muffled.
“But do you want me?” She was leaning against the wall, her arms behind her, arching her back and accentuating her chest. His eyes slipped over her nakedness, appreciating the look of her.
Vincent was standing, pulling on his jeans. With his pants unbuttoned, he walked to her, and slipped his arms around her. “You are a desirable woman, Jacqueline.