His fingers, spread on my hips, slipped around to my stomach. I wanted to fight it. Wanted to step away from him. But the hum of my body wouldn’t allow it. He lowered his head, burying his nose into my neck. “You smell amazing.” Though my thighs quivered, I tried to remain indifferent. “It’s called sweat.” His body shook with laughter. “Well, then I’d like nothing more than to taste your sweat.” The thought of his lips on my neck sent a delicious shiver rocking through me. “Do lines like that normally work for you?” “Who said it’s a line?” His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and coasted across my stomach. “God, you feel amazing.” “You’re a horny guy. Of course, I do.” He shook his head, his nose running along my jawline. “I may be horny, but you still feel right in my arms. I’m wondering how you’d feel beneath me.” I jerked away from his grasp, spinning to face him. “That.” I jammed my finger into his chest. “That right there is why this was a bad idea.” The traitorous hum of my body persisted as the lights flashed across his confused face. “It’s like you’re capable of being normal for like two minutes then you turn into an asshole. I don’t get it. And I’m over it.”