I’m supposed to carry you over the threshold, right?”I laugh. “If that’s what you’re doing, I must’ve slept through something important,” I say dryly. He quirks one eyebrow and shoots me a cocky grin. “Oh...

Don’t. Please don’t say it.”I search his eyes. For what, I don’t know. “Why?””Because I don’t want you to. I need you to come back to me. Not to help me. Or to help my...

You’d better close those lips before I’m tempted to kiss them and really give you something to be all hot and bothered about.