“Pretty presumptuous to think I’m yours. What if there was someone else I had my eye on down here?” The spark in his eyes brightened. Fighting was their own twisted brand of foreplay, and he loved it just as much as she did. “That so?” His palm grazed her waist. “What’s their name?” “Why do you want to know?” She fought to stay calm as his finger brushed over her breast, lightly pinching, setting her ablaze. “So I can kill him tomorrow,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’re unhinged.” She laughed. “Now you’re getting it.”
