Ming’s brain sputtered like a poorly maintained engine. What the hell was he…? “Sex?”
“I prefer to think of it as making love.”
“Same difference.”
Jason’s grin grew wolfish. “Not the way I do it.”
Her mind raced. She couldn’t have sex—make love—with Jason. He was her best friend. Their relationship worked because they didn’t complicate it by pretending a friends-with-benefits scenario was realistic. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” What was she supposed to give him for an excuse? “I don’t feel that way about you.”
“Give me an hour and I’m sure you’ll feel exactly that way about me.”
The sensual light in his eyes was so intense she could almost feel his hands sliding over her. Her nipples tightened. She crossed her arms over her chest to conceal her body’s involuntary reaction.
“Arrogant jackass.”
His cocky grin was her only reply. Ming scowled at him to conceal her rising alarm. He was enjoying this. Damn him. Worse, her toes were curling at the prospect of making love with him.
