Ryan didn't answer. He was overcome with the sensations of her—the tenor of her voice, the animal essence in her smell. The slight disarray of her hair, stray ebony strands floating over her face. The delicate freckling on the bridge of her nose could only be seen up close, and it was this accumulation of tiny flaws—the endearing defects in her perfection—that reached into the base of his brain and kindled a desperate lust for her.