He ran a hand along my side, pulling my hips against his body. My eyes dropped to his hand before darting back to his face and I jerked out of his grasp. With a mind of its own, my hand reached back and cracked across his cheek in a hard slap. His head snapped to the side, and he released a low, breathy laugh. “Do not touch me.” His eyes darkened as he rubbed his cheek, and a red handprint began to show. “That should not turn me on.” A vicious grin pulled at his lips. “But fuck…it does.”
