“I need to clean up,” I repeated.
He grinned at me.
That was two that day.
Both of them sublime.
I had to get out of there.
“You’re freaked.”
“Sebring, get off.”
He shoved his hand in at my back, still grinning. “Totally liked bein’ pinned to the bed, taking your fucking.”
“Get off,” I demanded.
His grin got bigger.
It was a smile.
His eyes danced with it.
Oh God.
Those eyes got closer.
God!
“Fuckin’ loved it,” he whispered.
His hand shifted down.
I went completely still.
His hand kept going down.
No!
I bucked violently.
“Off,” I demanded.
“Olivia.”
“Get off me!” I snapped.
He didn’t move.
Except his hand.
I felt my lower lip tremble and to stop it, I pressed both lips together as his fingers trailed the scar at my back.
No.
“Off,” I whispered.
He seemed distracted, but at my word, he looked to me.