Li Na let out a dramatic huff. "Unbelievable." She threw herself back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling as if it might provide some sort of explanation for the absolute humiliation she had just suffered.
Her heart was still hammering, her skin still tingling from the press of his body against hers, from the grip of his hands—hot, firm, unrelenting.
And worse—far worse—was the way she had liked it. The way, for a split second, she had forgotten to push him away. The way her body had melted rather than resisted.
Had they really almost—had a make-out session?
No. No. She sat up quickly, shaking her head as if to physically rid herself of the thought. That wasn't what had happened.
It was just a fight. Just unresolved tension. Just an infuriating, stubborn man who knew exactly how to get under her skin.
With a deep breath, she attempted to steady her pulse, but the lingering heat refused to fade.
