"When you're with me, you don't moon over that fuck."
"Who said I was mooning?" Now her back was up.
"It's all over you, sweetheart, and if you think I'm dealing with that s**t, think again." Okay, so she hadn't mentioned the asshole, but still, he knew she had to still be healing from the divorce. He hated the f*****g thought that the other man played any part in her life, no matter what that part might be.
He'd lost his f*****g mind. That was the only explanation. He hadn't brought her out here for anything more than a ride. But then she had to hold onto him like that as they rode and that damn kiss. Did she have to look so f*****g sweet and desirable when he took his lips away from hers?
Who the f**k looks like that after a little kiss in this day and age? Green as f**k! And sh
