God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.

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

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.

What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.

Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.

Chocolate cake and a diamond ring? In bed with the man of my dreams?

Holy swoonballs!