Made for You (The Best Mistake 2)

Will followed her into her dark foyer without asking permission to come in, and Brynn was surprised that she didn’t have the slightest inclination to ask him to leave, even after an entire day spent in his company. When had spending time with Will gone from miserable to…fun?

It’s just this weird phase you’re in. In a couple weeks you’ll wake up and realize that he’s a schmuck and that you have a tattoo.

Brynn’s eyes went wide at the thought. “My tattoo! I entirely forgot!”

Will gave her a slow, smug smile. “Which was exactly the plan.”

She threw her purse onto the entry table and immediately reached for the waistband of her skirt to finally inspect the new marking on her hip.

But Will moved faster than she did, capturing both her hands in his and bringing them purposefully against his chest. “I’ll do that,” he said in a strained, gruff voice.

She froze. Any girl past puberty knew that tone. It was the one that said, I want you naked. I want you to scream.

Brynn swallowed and forced her eyes up to his. They were dark and smoky, exactly as she’d known they would be.

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“Will, I…”

He lifted one hand to her face, unfolding her fingers and planting a hot kiss on her palm, the tip of his tongue just barely making contact with her skin.

And just that one touch was enough to have her moan. This was why she’d picked Will for her fling. The guy knew his way around sex.

Or maybe he just knows his way around you. She pushed the thought out of her mind. No way would she get through this night by thinking.

“I still want to see my tattoo,” she whispered.

Will backed her up slowly until she was against the wall. “Later.”

And then his lips found hers, and he kissed her long and slow and hard.

Brynn forgot all about her tattoo as she let her arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer, not caring that she seemed needy, not caring that they were using each other for sex, or maybe companionship or some other weird, possibly unhealthy connection she didn’t know how to name.

The kiss wasn’t gentle, but it was different from the other kisses they’d stolen from each other. It was purposeful, each giving as much as they took.

Will’s hands were roaming over her back as he deepened the kiss, and Brynn raked her nails lightly over the back of his neck, relishing his guttural low moan.

Brynn had never understood the big deal with kissing. It had only ever been the obligatory first step toward the main event, but kissing Will was an event all its own.

He pressed hotter, deeper, his arms locked so tightly around her that she couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to breathe. Dimly she became aware that there was a certain desperation to his kiss. As though there was something darker at play than standard male horniness.

When he finally released her mouth, they were both gasping for air as their gazes locked and held for several seconds. Without warning Will dipped his head and ran his tongue along her exposed collarbone before moving his mouth to her neck and sucking.

“You’re going to give me a hickey,” she said, her voice crackly.

He pulled back slightly letting just the tip of his tongue soothe the spot he’d just ravished. “You want me to stop?”

No.

“Upstairs,” she said, digging her fingers into his shirt collar and pulling him downward so her lips could reach his neck. Will let her nibble and suck for several seconds, but when her hands started to travel toward the button of his shorts, he pinned both her wrists together in one hand and, before she could register surprise, slung her over his shoulder.

It took Brynn several seconds to realize that she was upside down, staring at Will’s back. Not a position she thought she’d be in. Ever. Good view, though.

She reached down to pat his very nice butt when she realized they weren’t heading in the direction of her bedroom.

“The stairs are the other way, cowboy.”

This time it was her butt that was getting patted. “Nice girls do it in bed, Brynn. Wild women like you? They do it on the couch.”