“You like me, huh?” I finally ask, training my glance on his chin, avoiding his eyes. “You mean in an ‘I think you’re smart and have a great personality’ way?” A muscle along his jawline flexes and his lips tighten. He pulls me into him, and he’s big and hard through his jeans. “No, I mean in an ‘I want to fuck you’ kind of way,” he says sharply. “Any other questions?”
