"Let go! What do you think you’re doing?" My palms press against the man’s chest, who looms over me and practically pins me to the wall. Pushing him away seems as hard as moving a mountain. This cheeky type is like a rock—just as unshakable and solid. His muscles feel carved from stone.
«What do I think I’m doing?» His full, tempting lips twist into a smirk like a snarl. «I just wanted to find out what you taste like. All evening it was interesting.»
Suddenly, the rude guy leans in sharply and traces his tongue along my neck—from my collarbone to my ear. It’s so hot and arousing that I forget how to breathe. My hand quickly reaches for his sharply defined cheekbone to slap him, but the man easily catches my wrist, squeezing it with an iron grip.
Don’t you dare raise your hand at me, girl! Rage flares in his cold gray eyes.