“Fuck off,” he said, swiping his tongue across his lips before he continued. “You’re fit as fuck.” Whoa. I’d said the same thing to him in the pub, but there was something about that low rasp in his voice— “Fit as in physically fit or sexy fit?” “Both. Fuck. No.” Rubbing his hand over his mouth, he groaned. “You know. I didn’t mean it that way.”
