“Shorty.” He flattens both my hands against his chest and forces me to walk backward. “Look at yourself next to me. You’re hardly big.” My back bumps into the door. “And yeah, if you really want to know, you’re my fucking type. I live in a hard, unyielding world. It’s nice to come home to something soft.” He uses his grip on me to lower one of my hands, sliding it down his stomach. “I already told you—from the first moment I saw you, I wanted to fuck you.” My palm connects with something hard. “And if I thought you’d let me, I’d fuck you right now just to prove it.”
