“Touch me, and I swear . . .” I point at him. “I dare you!”
“You dare me now, do ya?” He stops close enough for his masculine scent to fill my nose, and laughs, his sexy smile spreading inside his beard. “Do ya know the meaning of a dare, my sweet little lass?” His eyes lower to my mouth.
My palms begin to sweat as I inhale him. Damn, he smells good, and it doesn't help that I haven’t eaten yet today. I’m starving.
“Yes.” I lick my lips, following his eyes as they move back up to mine.
“Then you might want to try another.” He leans down, his tempting lips so close to mine. “Because I’m not afraid to touch you, Harley Redbourne.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No. It’s a fact, and if you don’t get your stubborn little ass in my truck right now, I’m going to show you just how unafraid I am to touch you.”
“And what? If I don’t, you’ll what?” I stammer, stepping back. “Force me?”
“No, if you don’t do as I say, I’ll bend your stubborn ass over my knee and slap that naughty little tush until you learn to behave and do as you’re told.”
“Oh-ho, no, you won’t!”
“No?” His head swings lazily to the other side, eyes sparkling bright. “Dare me.” His arm comes around my straight back. He pulls me against him. “And I’ll show you just how unafraid I am to do that too.”