I rub my hand over my stomach where the pillow landed. I hold her eyes and my lips curve up into a half-smile of my own. “I’m sure you’d make a good girlfriend, too, Tough Girl. Violent, but good.” A wicked smile breaks free across her lips. “Some guys like it violent.” Fuck. I might be one of them. I think. Maybe. Probably. Yah—definitely. Jesus. The way this woman is looking at me right now, it sets my blood on fire. Dinner was delicious but if Karli gave me the chance, I’d eat her the fuck up.
