She slid on the helmet. "Thanks, Prince Charming." "Huh?" "You know, Cinderella," she said. "The prince had her slipper and you had my helmet...

I'm ready," she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. "I want this," she said. "I want you.