My hands remained glued to his chest. The traitorous part of me clung there, whilst the other, logical, sane part of me wanted this man removed from my house by force. I imagined a parade of hot marines sauntering in, accosting my assailant and banishing him somewhere so far away I'd never have to see him, nor think of him ever again. My heart leapt and bounded like an enthusiastic puppy, making me giddy, focussing on the smouldering heat of his body. I licked my lips, simultaneously despising and loving the way his eyes were transfixed by my mouth.
Hell fire.
'Show your mother some respect.' I stuttered, huskily. I mean I really did. I sounded like Bonnie Tyler. Bonnie Tyler with the horn.
'And you so much as...' Now he was struggling for words. Hah.
'As what? Trent? Will you fire m
