My gulp lands awkwardly in my stomach. We flirted from the start, and there had been no denying the sexual spark between us right from the beginning.
A sexual spark that remains despite my wanting there to be some distance between us.
I shake my head. “You just want to have some fun, and I’m not looking for that. I mean, if you’re going to judge me based on my clothes—”
“You look hot.”
I cross my arms. Without meaning to, the movement causes me to rub against my harder than normal nipples. I wait a moment, and sure enough, his gaze dips to my chest, although I will say that he then looks back up to my eyes.
“A woman is more than just a piece of ass,” I hiss.
“It was a compliment,” he protests.
“Not when you’re making it clear that you just want me flat on my back.”
“Whoever said I wanted missionary?” he asks.
My mind flashes to the different positions we tried, and I find myself licking my lips without meaning to.
“Do you really think it’s degrading to be called hot? Don’t women referring to guys as hot all the time?” he asks.
“Not to their faces,” I mumble.
“You just don’t want to take it at face value. You want to be angry at me. Hell, I’m surprised you aren’t blaming me for ruining your shoe.”
“My sandal,” I correct.
He throws up his hands. “Were you always this difficult?”
“I’m not difficult.”
“You’re trying to twist everything I’ve said to paint me out to be some kind of a villain.”
“You can’t dare try to say that you weren’t judging me because of my clothes. A woman should be able to parade down the street naked if she wants to!”
“She would be arrested if she did that.”
So would a guy for that matter. Indecent exposure.
And trust me, when Rob is naked, he is most certainly indecent.
“You’re missing my point,” I say, exasperated with him for obvious reasons and also exasperated with myself for being so torn.
He’s being an ass.
But he still turns me on.
And that pisses me off more than I can say.
“Maybe you missed my point,” he says, his tone changing slightly, huskier.
Sexier.
And he leans down, coming in for a kiss.
CHAPTER5
I want to back up,but I hold my ground, and I place my hands on his chest, pushing him back before his lips can meet mine.