“His voice wore no pants.”
“His voice made me want to take my pants off." Claire”
“Dorian panted, dropping his head to her shoulder, hewhispered, his voice gruff, “Will you be mine for all eternity?”
“I just wanted to hear him speak again. His voice made me want to take my pants off.”
“Today he wore a burnt-orange shirt, black pants, and a tie that looked like a street fight at the south end of the color wheel.”
“Apologize to the lady,” Blake’s voice was smooth, calm, and deadly. He’d also unleashed his bright green eyes on the poor bastard, who looked like he might wet his pants.”