“You’re only going to find me again, and judging by the raging hard-on I felt in your pants in the park, something tells me you like it when I run from you.” Alex grins right back at me, and the way his eyes sparkle with lethal excitement has everything south of the border clenching. “You’re damn fucking right, I liked it,” he growls, his hand curling around the back of my neck as he stands, picking me up with him and slamming my back against the cellar wall, pinning me with his big body.
