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Specifically, to my dick, which responded by pushing brutally against my jeans.

Her gasp drew my attention. So did her expression of consternation while her gaze lingered on my crotch. There was no doubt she was having the same heavy dose of sensations, especially since she dared inflame the situation by dragging the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

Her plump bottom lip.

Christ. Now I was undressing her with my eyes. Not only because of the crazy unwanted connection but also from her intoxicating perfume, the fragrance of smoky vanilla and deep amber creating sensual, luxurious promises of passion.

Wow. I was clearly still exhausted.

She yanked her hand away, furiously wiping it on her jeans as she shook her head. Removing cobwebs? “You didn’t answer the question.” The defiant anger from before had dissipated, leaving a breathless sound to her voice.

“I don’t remember what the question was.” And I didn’t. Not because I had an issue remembering anything, but because of her insane beauty.

“Of course you wouldn’t, blockhead. Are there more puppies to worry about?” While she likely hadn’t wanted me to notice, she glanced at her fingers before curling them. Did she think I had cooties?

Blockhead? Wow. I could add that to the list.

However, now her tone was dreamy. And I was losing my mind. “Of course not.”

We glared at each other in defiance while sparks flew in various vivid colors, swirling like a raging thunderstorm. My God. I needed sleep. Days of sleep.

“Good. Fine. There better not be. And why are you naked?” Her demand was followed with a laugh-snort that she tried to pass off as a sound of disgust.

But I heard it. My cock twitched in response.

“What do you mean why am I naked? I’m not naked. I’m wearing jeans.”

“With no shirt! And you are… You’re…”

I’d be damned if the woman didn’t blush, blinking a few times before looking away. Was she attracted to me?

I believe she was. In fact, when she realized I’d caught her looking again, her face turned beet red.

How freaking adorable.

Even if the woman was a pain in the ass.

Her entire nasty demeanor seemed to be crumbling, fizzling into the earth. About damn time. However, before I had a chance to say a thing, she turned and headed toward the forest, her longlegs forcing me to admire her rounded butt. My mouth was dry, my balls aching.

Jesus. What the hell was wrong with me?

I opened my mouth to object when she skidded to a stop and spun around to face me.

“You’re a terrible person.” Her eyes were wilder than before, her entire face lit up like a Christmas tree. While highly inappropriate, I was thoroughly aroused.

But her nasty attitude grated on my nerves. “And you need punishment for beating me with a log.” And I meant it.

“Ha! Punishment? Over my dead body, buddy. You try and do anything to me and I’ll… I’ll…” I’d be damned if the woman didn’t fist her hands, taking a fighter’s stance. I could almost see her in front of my punching bag. Or mud wrestling. Yeah, I’d pay to see that.

My balls twitched in response. “You’ll what, exactly?” I was eager to hear her answer.

She huffed, the air in her lungs powerful enough to blow a huge strand of hair several inches from her face. I had a way of making women angry, but not like this. “Bastard.”

“Why, yes, I am. Thank you for noticing and for giving me a damn good reason to highlight my best side.”

“Oh! Just so you know,” she barked. “We’re keeping the puppy. A beast like you doesn’t deserve a sweet little creature. You poor excuse for a man. You snake. You… You’re lucky I’m not going to contact the police myself.”

With that and a big, fat, deep huff, she disappeared into the shadows.