moms would be drooling if they could see him. The man was wearing only black boxers, and the rest of him was nothing but golden skin and defined muscles.
“Why are you all shiny?” she asked with a sneer as she gingerly scraped a nail down his bicep. “You look like you just got done with a wrestling playdate with Hercules and Achilles.”
“Is that your way of saying I look like a Greek god?” he asked as his fingers locked on her finger. She jerked her hand back. She hadn’t meant to touch him.
“That’s my way of saying you need a shower,” she snapped. “And would you quit with the flexing? You look like you’re having seizures.”
“Can I help you with something or did you interrupt my workout just to come ogle me?”
Right. Keep your eye on the prize. And not that prize. Do it for the mayor’s daughter.
Brynn tried to let her eyes go soft while maintaining her smile. It wasn’t easy when she had the irrepressible urge to strike at him. Or maybe pull him closer. Or maybe…
“Brynn?”
“I need help,” she blurted out.
His cocky grin abolished all traces of the sexual awareness she’d been feeling a second earlier. Or mostly abolished them, anyway. If only he’d put a shirt on…
“I have a flat tire,” she said, trying to keep her voice helpless and innocent. “And I called for help, but it’ll be a while, and I have an important appointment at work, and I know you hate me, but if you could just be a decent human for like thirty seconds out of your entire year—”
“Sure,” he said, interrupting her plea-slash-demand. “I can help.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised by the lack of a fight. “Thanks…You know about cars, right?”
“Seems to me all women assume that men being born with a cock somehow correlates to auto-mechanic expertise, but in my case, you’d be correct.”
She gave him a bland look. “Were you just looking for a reason to say ‘cock’ just now?”
He grinned. “Maybe. Probably. Let me put pants on and I’ll come take a look.”
“Don’t forget a shirt!” she called after him. “I wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed when all of the neighborhood dads see your beer belly!”
She let herself out the front door and headed back to her own driveway, where she called her partner to let her know she’d be late, but that she wouldn’t miss the Blanton appointment.
At least she hoped she wouldn’t. If Will could use his hands on her car like he had on her body…
Firm palms bracketing her waist, pinning her to the mattress as his head dipped lower, licking and loving…
“Ah!” Brynn rapped her knuckles against her head in a futile effort to erase the mental images from her mind. It had only taken her an entire year to forget how good it had been between them. Taken her two more years to remember all of the reasons why they should never ever do it again.
She was not a savage.
She was a lady.
And ladies did not fantasize about soulless men who made a career out of making themselves disposable.
“So what happened?” Will asked from behind her. She turned, expecting him to still be half-naked just to annoy her. Thankfully, he’d thrown on jeans and an old college T-shirt. Unfortunately, neither did much to hide the body beneath it.
Think of James. James is fit. James is sexy. James is—
“Oh, you know, I just went off-roading on a bunch of spikes,” she snapped to distract herself. Fighting with Will was vastly preferable to thinking about his really delicious-looking shoulders.
“Probably just a nail or something,” Will said, ignoring her bitchiness as he knelt to look at the front left wheel. “You got a spare?”
“Of course I have a spare.”
Actually, Brynn had no idea if she had a spare. But her car was only a year old and was pricey as hell. Surely that meant they threw in one of the extra wheel things, right?
Will gave her a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking as he popped the trunk and began rummaging
“Why are you all shiny?” she asked with a sneer as she gingerly scraped a nail down his bicep. “You look like you just got done with a wrestling playdate with Hercules and Achilles.”
“Is that your way of saying I look like a Greek god?” he asked as his fingers locked on her finger. She jerked her hand back. She hadn’t meant to touch him.
“That’s my way of saying you need a shower,” she snapped. “And would you quit with the flexing? You look like you’re having seizures.”
“Can I help you with something or did you interrupt my workout just to come ogle me?”
Right. Keep your eye on the prize. And not that prize. Do it for the mayor’s daughter.
Brynn tried to let her eyes go soft while maintaining her smile. It wasn’t easy when she had the irrepressible urge to strike at him. Or maybe pull him closer. Or maybe…
“Brynn?”
“I need help,” she blurted out.
His cocky grin abolished all traces of the sexual awareness she’d been feeling a second earlier. Or mostly abolished them, anyway. If only he’d put a shirt on…
“I have a flat tire,” she said, trying to keep her voice helpless and innocent. “And I called for help, but it’ll be a while, and I have an important appointment at work, and I know you hate me, but if you could just be a decent human for like thirty seconds out of your entire year—”
“Sure,” he said, interrupting her plea-slash-demand. “I can help.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised by the lack of a fight. “Thanks…You know about cars, right?”
“Seems to me all women assume that men being born with a cock somehow correlates to auto-mechanic expertise, but in my case, you’d be correct.”
She gave him a bland look. “Were you just looking for a reason to say ‘cock’ just now?”
He grinned. “Maybe. Probably. Let me put pants on and I’ll come take a look.”
“Don’t forget a shirt!” she called after him. “I wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed when all of the neighborhood dads see your beer belly!”
She let herself out the front door and headed back to her own driveway, where she called her partner to let her know she’d be late, but that she wouldn’t miss the Blanton appointment.
At least she hoped she wouldn’t. If Will could use his hands on her car like he had on her body…
Firm palms bracketing her waist, pinning her to the mattress as his head dipped lower, licking and loving…
“Ah!” Brynn rapped her knuckles against her head in a futile effort to erase the mental images from her mind. It had only taken her an entire year to forget how good it had been between them. Taken her two more years to remember all of the reasons why they should never ever do it again.
She was not a savage.
She was a lady.
And ladies did not fantasize about soulless men who made a career out of making themselves disposable.
“So what happened?” Will asked from behind her. She turned, expecting him to still be half-naked just to annoy her. Thankfully, he’d thrown on jeans and an old college T-shirt. Unfortunately, neither did much to hide the body beneath it.
Think of James. James is fit. James is sexy. James is—
“Oh, you know, I just went off-roading on a bunch of spikes,” she snapped to distract herself. Fighting with Will was vastly preferable to thinking about his really delicious-looking shoulders.
“Probably just a nail or something,” Will said, ignoring her bitchiness as he knelt to look at the front left wheel. “You got a spare?”
“Of course I have a spare.”
Actually, Brynn had no idea if she had a spare. But her car was only a year old and was pricey as hell. Surely that meant they threw in one of the extra wheel things, right?
Will gave her a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking as he popped the trunk and began rummaging
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