In the world of high-definition romance, in which every single detail is described in graphic, Carlin-esque glory, I want to take a second to share what I personally found to be the very sexiest thing I’ve read in a romance lately. Serious case of the warm and fuzzies. (Of course, I love me some Alpha, blue-collar guys, so YMMV):

“…You can’t stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, large moving objects, Monday night football, and the missionary position. We don’t drink light beer, drive Smart Cars, or admit to knowing the names of more than about five or six colors. And we don’t wax our chests. Ever.” —Jack Travis (Smooth-Talking Stranger by Lisa Kleypas)

A man like that talking about the missionary position will get me more hot and bothered than explicit erotic gymnastics any day. Great book, with a hero I absolutely fell in love with. So sexy.