“This is what you get for throwin’ a pillow at my beautiful face,” Ramsay declared.
With a grunt, I squirmed and writhed beneath him, but I couldn’t free myself. He was too strong and too heavy.
Andhard.
I paused, wondering if I’d felt that correctly. I wiggled slightly to confirm and sure enough, Ramsay had a rock-hard bulge in his jeans that was pressing down into my waist. I blushed.
If Ramsay knew, he wasn’t ashamed of it. He grinned at me with his white fangs visible. His already messy hair, now even more roughed up from our fight, dangled over one eye, giving him a wild look. His tanned cheeks were a little darker now, too, but whether it was from exertion or arousal, I didn’t know.
Maybe both.
My heart pounded. My blood ran hot, hotter than it ever had before. Every inch of my skin tingled, like even the air itself was too much stimulation to handle.
Ramsay was still staring at me.
I thought maybe he would have kissed me--if the front doors of the barn weren’t thrown open the very next moment.
