Page 88 of Hot & Heavy

She still would not look at him. "Nay. If we had, I would have remembered such an ill-tempered son of a weasel as you."

He almost grinned.

"It is not funny. You are an overbearing beast."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You should be." She sniffled.

"I'm not used to people disobeying my orders."

"Get used to it."

"You were naked, for chrissake!"

She arched her eyebrows at the Tide. "And that signifies how? Didst expect me to get my new clothing wet?"

"You shouldn't swim naked in public. Surely you didn't do that where you come from."

"Yea, I did. What fool swims fully clothed?" If anything, her chin went even higher.

"How old were you then?"

"Five. Not that it matters."

He grinned. Five? And she honest-to-God thought she could convince him that what she did at five was okay at her age? She was… something else. "Let's kiss and make up," he suggested, reaching for her.

She swatted his hands aside and said, "Go swive yourself!" He could tell by the expression on her face that she was unaccustomed to such expletives… archaic as it was.

"I would rather… swive you."

She gasped and glanced down at the bulge in his running shorts. "Oh, nay! Nay, nay, nay! You are not going to tamp my anger down with bedsport."

"More like laundry sport, baby." He was already shrugging out of his shorts and jockstrap.

She looked at his erection and waggled her fingers at it. At first he didn't understand what she was doing.

But then he did. With a hoot of laughter, he told her, "Honey, you are not talking, mocking or waggling down this hard-on. There's only one way to do that." And he told her explicitly what that was.

"You are a vulgar, vulgar man."

"Yeah. Don't you love it?"

Spouting some mumbo-jumbo now, she continued to waggle her fingers.

He just grew bigger.

"It works. It really does," she cried out. "Your tupping days will soon be over."

"Tupping, huh?" He laughed and took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "I thought about you all morning," he said huskily.

"I did not think of you at all."

"Out of sight, out of mind, eh?" He was nibbling at her neck, and she wasn't shoving him away. "Perhaps I need to do a better job so I'll be on your mind, too." He ground his hips against her belly.

He saw stars.

She still glared. But the pink on her face had moved down her neck. He knew when a woman was aroused. She was.