Holy fuck.I needed to get away from him so I could think.
“Well,” he stood abruptly, “That’s it.”Reaching down he hauled me off the bench and threw me over his shoulder.
I grasped onto his waist.“What the hell are you doing?”
He chuckled.“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No,” I exclaimed incredulously.“It’s not obvious.”
“It is obvious I’m never going to get through that thick head of yours, so I’ll have to use my superior strength to keep you in line.”
I gasped then shouted, outraged.“Keep me in line?”
He chuckled again and patted meon my ass.“Knew that would rile you up.”
Flustered, completely out of my league, I huffed, “Put me down.I’m too heavy.”
He sighed.“Now you’re insulting my muscles.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but his free hand clapped onto my ankle and slowly stroked the length of my calf.When he got to the back of my knee, he squeezed lightly.I thought he’d put me down at that point, but he continued on.
His gentle touch continued to trail up the back of my thigh, his long fingers pressing ever closer to my center.
My hips pressed back into his hand.
“What are you doing?”I whispered raggedly.
“Exactly what you think I’m doing, little spitfire.You going to let me in?”
19
Plan B
“Here?”Isqueaked.
He spun in a slow circle.“Here?Halfway between your parents’ resort and the parking lot might be a bit public even for me,” he teased.
I barked out a rough laugh and smacked his butt.“Put me down.”
He complied.
I looked everywhere but his face.
“Harley.”
“Hm?”
“Look at me.”
My gaze snapped to his.
Satisfaction lit his gaze.
“I meant figuratively, not literally.Are you ready to let me into your heart?”
“I mean,” I huffed.“I think you’re already there.I just don’t know if you should be.”
“What’s your hesitation?”
