Now…” He leaned over me, those damned tempting full lips curled into a saucy smirk. “How long are you going to ignore that little problem of yours?”
I frowned, self-consciously squeezing my legs together. “What problem?”
His smirk widened. “You are dripping at the sight of me.”
Blood flooded my cheeks, and heat flooded between my legs. I sputtered, looking away — but I couldn’t deny him. I couldn’t lie.
“Fuck you,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome to.”