You taste like mine.

A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.

But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.

There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.

You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

Your booty call embargo will remain intact.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.