The warmth of his touch curled my fingers against the hard muscles of his chest. He stood so close that I caught the scent of cologne on his heated skin. "What is what?"
"How would you describe me, temptress?" He stared down at me through his hooded eyes. It was hard for me to break the eye contact and look the other way.
"I'm not a temptress. Stop calling me that." I tried to pull my hand back but his grasp tightened. "The first word that came to mind was probably ass."
"Oh, really?" He raised one brow as if to challenge me.
I cleared my throat to cover my nerves. "We can put 'hole' next if you want."
He smirked. "Why?"
"Well, you put your hands where they don't belong, kinda like what you're doing right now." Although why he would make me nervous, I had no clue. Maybe it was his height. Yet tall guys had never made me nervous in the past.
