But instead of backing down, his smile only grew wider, and he whispered, "There it is, the feisty side of you, and I have to admit, I like it."
"Step away," I demanded, using my hands to push at his waist, but he remained firmly in place, unfazed by my efforts.
"Ah, there it is again," he observed, seemingly amused by my attempts to assert myself.
Frustrated, I clamped my mouth shut and glared at him, but he responded with another deep, manly chuckle that only added to my irritation.
Then, to my surprise, his lips met mine, and he murmured a single word, "Hot."
And, of course, being the person I am – taking after my mother and being a bit of a bundle of nerves – I couldn't help but feel a peculiar sensation, a sweet tickle in a very private place, just from that one word murmure
