by Hydrargentium

She’d seen him in action before — wild hair flowing around his face as he leapt and dodged and grappled — but had never been close enough to hear him, or smell his masculine tang.

As strong and as forceful as Caveman was — and she was already, she admitted, a tad smitten with him for his raw power — that strength was nothing compared to the fascination that overwhelmed her now. These more immediate sensations, his musk, his quietly confident grunts of exertion, rolled over her, soaked into her, and filled her head with his presence.

For a moment, even as she cowered under the wreckage of an overturned bus, Jodi forgot she was in the middle of a war zone.