"Let me assure you, sweetheart. You can meet men as you want," his large palm settled on her coat, slowly sliding under it as he stroked the fabric of her dress, "But none of them will turn you on as I do. At the end of the day, it will be my mouth you will desire everywhere."
Her breathing fastened. The warmth of his palm seemed to be seeping through the material of her dress, electrocuting her whole body.
She felt strange. She was so turned on by his touch yet his words enraged her.
He wanted to not take it further. After contemplating it, she decided to not push the matter and now that she told him her decision, he was pushing her buttons.
What did he take her for?
"You are not the only man in the world. Stop overestimating yourself," her eyes narrowed.
