Hemingway just about gave her a growl at the feeling of her nails against his skin. She could so easily turn him on with a look or a simple touch. She just set him on fire.
"Your good reputation?" he drawled back at her, clearly not convinced. "You forget the stories you've already told me, and from what I hear, it's barely scratching the surface," he insisted. "Mm, maybe you are a good girl. But you promised me bad," he reminded her. He chuckled softly, and gripped roughly at her. "You think a little pain is going to stop me touching you?"