I turned away too fast and slammed my face right into the wall of glass.
"Fuck!" I cursed, stumbling backwards, but big hands caught my waist and broke my fall.
I rasped as a deep chill kissed my spine. My hand had snappily clutched his for balance. It was cold. I couldn't tell if it was from sweat or his temperature.
"You should watch where you're going," he mumbled deeply.
I stepped away from him. "And you should keep your hands to yourself."
"You were distracted there."
"D-Distracted? I have seen tons of naked men." I placed my hands on my waist, seizing him up with my eyes. "And I'm not that impressed."
He raised an eyebrow at my remark, a glow of amusement flickering in those icy blue eyes. I bet no woman has told him that before. I may have bruised his ego.
"No offense."
He closed the distance, and I responded by cautiously backing away. My heart was in my throat when my back met the glass, and I was caged.
