“Put your arm around me.”
“No.”
“Ryan,” she warns behind that sparkling smile. And how does she speak so clearly behind her teeth? She should be a damn ventriloquist. “You’re not going to burst into flames from touching a woman. Put your goddamn arm around me.”
Inhaling deeply, I swing my arm behind her, placing my palm at a respectful height—on her shoulder blade.
“Lower.”
Lower shoulder blade.
I can feel the annoyance flaring off her body as she reaches behind her, finding my hand and curving it around her waist. She presses her body into my chest and sells it.
How is she so f*****g good at this?
“Kiss me,” she quietly mutters. “Cheek. Forehead. I don’t care.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Kiss—”
I hold my hand out to the crowd in a swift wave. “Thank you, guys. Have a great night.”
