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

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.

She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.

This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—