Where Bad Boys are Ruined (Good Girls, #3)

by Holly Renee

He pushed the sleeves of his Henley up his forearms which only seemed to make him about ten thousand times more attractive.

And God, I just knew that he knew exactly what to do with a woman in the bedroom. Or against a wall. Or in a bakery. Or in the back seat of the car.

“You are gorgeous when you laugh like that.”

It was a kiss that lingered, and it may have been my favorite one yet.