'And you're a-- a--- a-- I don't know what you are, but you're a loon if you think I'm going to sleep with you for the very first time, without putting some distance between us and that that that little mess.'

Let's see, she humiliated herself in front of him. Again. She stuck her foot in it. Again. She questioned his motives, and called him a liar. Again.

And he still wants to go to bed with her? Is he insane?

Her body molds to his, and she nips at his earlobe, the feel of his hands and his mouth sending waves of heat through her skin, washing away some of the tension and some of the fear.