someone made fun of their overbites? I fix that. ”
“Well. Let’s just get you a Wonder Woman cape, shall we?”
Brynn huffed and began digging in her purse for her keys. “I don’t know why I bother.”
“Bother with what?”
“Talking to you!” she said, shaking her keys in his face. “Just when I think you’re going to be nice, you get me all…”
Will took a small step closer. “Get you all what?”
Brynn swallowed dryly and resisted the urge to take a step backward. He was just inches away, and if she’d been slightly sweaty before, she felt downright hot and bothered now.
“Please step away. Your man-stench is making my hair frizz.”
He didn’t move. “You didn’t finish your sentence. I get you all what? Riled? Panting? Hot?”
“I was going to say ‘nauseated,’” she snapped, starting to move around him.
He moved his body and blocked her way. “I don’t think so, Brynny.”
She sighed and tried to look unperturbed by his presence. “What do you want, Will? Money? You want me to pay you for playing Mr. Handyman?”
Just to piss him off, she started to pull her wallet out of her purse. His expression went stormy, just as she’d known it would.
“Keep your money,” he growled.
“And have you lording this over me? I don’t think so. How much do you want?”
Brynn glanced at her watch and winced. Even with Will’s help, she was probably going to be late. In the time she’d spent arguing with him, she might as well have waited for AAA.
At least then she wouldn’t be so…oh, damn, he was right. She was riled and hot. And possibly on the verge of panting.
“I’ve gotta go,” she mumbled, tearing her eyes away from his. “Think about whatever ridiculous price you want to put on your little hero-task and let me know.”
Will moved so quickly Brynn didn’t have a chance to react before he’d pressed her against the side of the car, his hands bracketing her waist.
Then his lips were on hers, and his mouth was every bit as firm and hot and wrong as she remembered. There was nothing soft about the kiss, and she stiffened as his tongue pushed between her lips and moved in silky possession against hers. She knew what he was doing…he was punishing her, torturing her, teasing her with the knowledge that she wanted him even as she hated him.
And she loathed knowing that he was right. She did want him. Hated that he could make her want him against her will. Still, she refused to let her hands slide around his neck to pull him closer, even as they itched to grab his head and give in to the onslaught of desire that rushed from her neck to her toes.
Instead she clenched her fist around her keys and refused to give in to her soaring hormones, even if it was the best kiss she’d received in looong while.
Her mind flitted to James much too late, and her eyes widened in realization.
And guilt. Bone-searing guilt.
James.
She pushed at Will’s chest frantically. He pulled back and searched her eyes, and she gave him her most condescending expression. The one that said That’s right, you just kissed me senseless and I didn’t kiss you back.
But oh God, how she’d wanted to.
Think of James , she reminded herself.
But James didn’t kiss like that. No nice man kissed like that.
“Well…I’d say your price was a bit high, but I’ll consider us even,” she said haughtily as she pushed him aside and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Will didn’t move as she closed the door and turned on the ignition. She’d been expecting a gloat, but instead he seemed…thoughtful.
Nah. Thoughtful wasn’t in Will’s wheelhouse.
“You’ve got a little issue there,” she said as she put on her oversized sunglasses.
He didn’t respond, so she waved in the direction of his crotch. “You, um, seem a little…aroused.” She didn’t bother to hide the gloat in her voice.
“What can I say? Bitchy, ungrateful women apparently do it for me,” he muttered.
She put the car in
“Well. Let’s just get you a Wonder Woman cape, shall we?”
Brynn huffed and began digging in her purse for her keys. “I don’t know why I bother.”
“Bother with what?”
“Talking to you!” she said, shaking her keys in his face. “Just when I think you’re going to be nice, you get me all…”
Will took a small step closer. “Get you all what?”
Brynn swallowed dryly and resisted the urge to take a step backward. He was just inches away, and if she’d been slightly sweaty before, she felt downright hot and bothered now.
“Please step away. Your man-stench is making my hair frizz.”
He didn’t move. “You didn’t finish your sentence. I get you all what? Riled? Panting? Hot?”
“I was going to say ‘nauseated,’” she snapped, starting to move around him.
He moved his body and blocked her way. “I don’t think so, Brynny.”
She sighed and tried to look unperturbed by his presence. “What do you want, Will? Money? You want me to pay you for playing Mr. Handyman?”
Just to piss him off, she started to pull her wallet out of her purse. His expression went stormy, just as she’d known it would.
“Keep your money,” he growled.
“And have you lording this over me? I don’t think so. How much do you want?”
Brynn glanced at her watch and winced. Even with Will’s help, she was probably going to be late. In the time she’d spent arguing with him, she might as well have waited for AAA.
At least then she wouldn’t be so…oh, damn, he was right. She was riled and hot. And possibly on the verge of panting.
“I’ve gotta go,” she mumbled, tearing her eyes away from his. “Think about whatever ridiculous price you want to put on your little hero-task and let me know.”
Will moved so quickly Brynn didn’t have a chance to react before he’d pressed her against the side of the car, his hands bracketing her waist.
Then his lips were on hers, and his mouth was every bit as firm and hot and wrong as she remembered. There was nothing soft about the kiss, and she stiffened as his tongue pushed between her lips and moved in silky possession against hers. She knew what he was doing…he was punishing her, torturing her, teasing her with the knowledge that she wanted him even as she hated him.
And she loathed knowing that he was right. She did want him. Hated that he could make her want him against her will. Still, she refused to let her hands slide around his neck to pull him closer, even as they itched to grab his head and give in to the onslaught of desire that rushed from her neck to her toes.
Instead she clenched her fist around her keys and refused to give in to her soaring hormones, even if it was the best kiss she’d received in looong while.
Her mind flitted to James much too late, and her eyes widened in realization.
And guilt. Bone-searing guilt.
James.
She pushed at Will’s chest frantically. He pulled back and searched her eyes, and she gave him her most condescending expression. The one that said That’s right, you just kissed me senseless and I didn’t kiss you back.
But oh God, how she’d wanted to.
Think of James , she reminded herself.
But James didn’t kiss like that. No nice man kissed like that.
“Well…I’d say your price was a bit high, but I’ll consider us even,” she said haughtily as she pushed him aside and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Will didn’t move as she closed the door and turned on the ignition. She’d been expecting a gloat, but instead he seemed…thoughtful.
Nah. Thoughtful wasn’t in Will’s wheelhouse.
“You’ve got a little issue there,” she said as she put on her oversized sunglasses.
He didn’t respond, so she waved in the direction of his crotch. “You, um, seem a little…aroused.” She didn’t bother to hide the gloat in her voice.
“What can I say? Bitchy, ungrateful women apparently do it for me,” he muttered.
She put the car in
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