“Nice and easy, Jane.” I look up and over my shoulder, locking eyes with him. “What if I don’t like nice and easy?” His brows lift higher and then he barks out a laugh. A full, hearty laugh that makes him look a lot more like Archer. “I think I’d prefer rough and hard,” I add in case he wasn’t fully appreciating my comment. He shakes his head like he can’t believe I said it, and his face takes on a bit of a blush like he’s fully imagining how hot we’d be together.
