"I know what you're like," she tries to insist, biting her lip as she watches him crawl down the bed. She's not feeling so coquettish any more. "You're like a Mexican Disney prince when you set your mind to it, and I just—oh!"

She can't keep talking when he's pressing his lips to her inner thigh, his goatee tickling her skin. This whole dress thing is really obnoxious right now, and she scrambles to gather the skirt up about her waist so she can watch him, her heart thundering in her chest. "Oh shit."