““Good God!" she cried. She rolled off him, tugging down her clothing. "Are you mad?" He blinked and dragged in air. "Well, yes," he said thickly. "Lust does that to a man." "You thought we could-you would-do... that? In public? "I wasn't thinking about where we were." Her eyes widened. "I'm a man," he said with what he was sure must be, in the circumstances, saintly patience. "I can do one or the other. Lovemaking or thinking. But not both at the same time.””
