"It's not right," he repeated, grabbing her again and turning her to face him. "I'm not having it." "So you said, in clear terms." "I don't mean that." "Oh, well, if you've decided you'd like to have sex with me after all, I've changed my mind." "I haven't decided--" He broke off, staggered. "Changed your mind?" "I have. Kissing you wasn't altogether what I thought it would be. So you were right and I was wrong." She gave him a deliberately insulting pat on the cheek." And that's the end of it." "The hell it is." He trapped her against the truck, quickly and firmly enough to have both excitement and annoyance rising inside her. "If I want you, I'll have you, and the end of it."