My fingertip skims the neck of his T-shirt, my palm curving over the nape of his neck as I guide his face down to mine. He grips my hips as my lips graze his ear, and I hate how good he smells. There’s an irrational part of me that wants to lick him like a freaking ice cream cone. “It’s gonna be a no from me.” I watch that smug smile melt right off his handsome face before it disappears behind the door I slam. Damn, that felt good.
