Those muscles were noted, and the tensing as well, and his hands moved away from her guns, not wanting to alarm her, but pressing against her more, hard now, even more than he had been. A strong woman, a beautiful one, and an armed one, damn.

He smirked at her, after the kiss, and started to speak, but met her kiss instead with equal passion and pushed against her, hands rising to her shoulders, to let her feel how strong they were, and how much they wanted to hold her.

When the kiss broke, his smirk was still there. "Not a death wish, Miss, but a willingness to take a chance for something worth it."