“Why, so you can charm my panties off again?”

“Matt?""Yeah?""You okay?""Working on it." His voice sounded unusually tight."I thought you said you did this a lot.""Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to."This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. "It's just panties," she finally whispered."And they're really great panties," Matt agreed. "But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.”

“Give me,” she said.“Don’t you mean please give me?”“You want me to beg?”That smile spread slightly. “Nah. I just heard you beg plenty.”“I did not beg.” But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. “My panties, Mark.”

“A thong. God bless the thong.He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silkdown her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.”

“I can see why you'd be confused, seeing as you've acted like a complete ass.”

“Mallory," he said, sounding raw and staggered and touched beyond words. "God, I was so stupid. So slow. I didn't know what to do with you. I tried to keep my distance but my world doesn't work without you in it."-Ty to Mallory”

“Why do we always fight?” she whispered.“You know why.” Yeah, she did. “It’s science.” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.”