" She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cool
touch igniting shivers over his skin. “Is this a ploy to get another song out of me?” she asked.
“It’s a ploy to get you out of your pants.”
“And what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you get
me out of my pants?”
Will felt his lips curving up again. “Darlin’, you leave the
details to me. "

― Jamie Farrell , Matched (Misfit Brides, #2)