She froze, startled by his tone, her lips forming a small pout. A frown creased her face.
“You’re feeling like this because you’re drunk. You’ll regret it once you’re sober,” he said again, colder this time. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans because he didn’t trust himself not to grab her again.
“And you’re a jerk,” she snapped, irritation blazing in her eyes.
“Rose, try to understand. This is just hormones. You’re emotional and drunk,” he tried to reason, his voice low and strained.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged, then pointed directly at the rock-hard bulge straining against his jeans. “And what’s wrong with you? Are you also horny just because of hormones?”
Shit.
He grew even harder as her gaze lingered on him—hungry, curious, bold.
She gasped when she noticed it
