fine sheen of perspiration covering her body, her face flushed red as if it would burst.She lowered her head, glaring angrily at the man burying his head in her chest, acting as if he owned the place...with dangerous intensity."Baby, you can get mad at me, but don't use other men to provoke me!"She glared at him.He released his grip, but quickly sealed her lips with his own. Soft as petals of a flow...