“Hmm.” I took the glass out of her hand and set it on the coffee table next to my own. “I like fucking you. I dislike talking when I could be fucking you.”

She stood and let out an indignant—and really cute—huff. “Get out.”

“Come on, baby. You don’t answer the door wearing nothing but a short red silk robe if you don’t want to fuck.”

“Get out,” she said again, this time angrier.

My cock was having none of that. “Don’t be that way, Lace.”

“If you can’t even sit and talk to me for ten minutes, what kind of relationship is this?”

I stood and glided my fingers down one of her silk-clad arms. “You are beautiful, Lacey Ward. Beautiful and brilliant and a fucking spitfire in bed. I’ve enjoyed every second we’ve shared. But, sweetheart, what makes you think we have a relationship?”

She yanked her arm away, picked up one of the wine glasses, and splashed the wine in my face.

I gasped, closing my eyes against the burgundy attack. “Why you—”

“Get out of here!” she yelled.

I shed my suit jacket and quickly untucked my shirt, wiping my face with the tail.

“Get out,” she said again, seething.

Her anger was only making me hornier. Damn it to hell. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Aren’t you going to offer to help me clean up? You just ruined my—”

“Like you give a rat’s ass.” She shook her head. “You know, as I was sitting with Brent tonight, listening to his lame stories, I was thinking about what a good guy you are, doing all of this for your brothers and sister. How could I have been so wrong? You’re a grade A asshole.”

“I suppose that’s better than being a grade B asshole.”

“Yeah.” She let out a sarcastic chuckle. “You would never settle for being less than the best asshole out there.”

I laughed. “I do my best.”

“Great. Now I’m serious. Get the hell out of my house.”

“I don’t think so.” I stalked toward her.

“I mean it, Rock. Leave.”

I grabbed her and pulled her to me. Her body was already heated with arousal, and I swore her nipples were poking into my soiled shirt.

“I’m warning you,” she said.

“Warning me about what?” I growled. “About how turned on you are right now? Guess what? I already know.”

“This isn’t happening.”

“All right. You win.” I let her go and then removed the soiled shirt. “You got anything I can put on?”

Her gaze drifted to my chest.

Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Then her gaze dropped.

To the bulge in my trousers.

“See something you like?”

“You’re a complete jerk,” she said. “A complete and total jerk.”

“Who’s hard as a fucking rock for you, Lacey.”

“Damn you,” she said. “Damn you, Rock Wolfe.”