I wasn’t even embarrassed. I was pissed.
“Who the f**k do you think you are, talking about my t**s like that?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest…too late, obviously, because the damage was already done.
He’d seen them. Both of them. Full view. And judging by the way his tongue literally dragged across his bottom lip like he was savoring the idea of sucking me dry, he wasn’t trying to forget the sight anytime soon.
His eyes flicked up to mine, slowly. Too slowly. And that stupid smirk on his face made my stomach twist.
“I think I’m the man who’s about to put his mouth all over them,” he said, calm as hell, like that was a normal f*****g thing to say to a girl who had just caught him staring.
My whole body went still for a second. Not because I was scared. Not because I was sh
