“I didn’t think you were capable of admitting when you were in the wrong,” I breathed. “Neither did I. But if you want to keep punishing me by straddling me in the dirt, I’m not going to complain about it.” Blood rushed to my cheeks at the heat in his words and I licked my lips before I could stop myself, the pure masculine scent of him wrapping around me like a drug. “Don’t go getting your hopes up; next time it’ll be my boot grinding you into the dirt,” I warned. “I look forward to it.”
