Naturally everyone expected him to follow in his father’s footsteps and take over his handyman business. After his father had passed away during Brad’s high school years, and his mother had taken sick, Brad had done just that, needing the funds to support his two younger siblings and help take care of household finances. Sure he had to postpone medical school, but that didn’t mean he’d given up his dream, not at all. It just meant he had to work extra hours outside his regular job to get enough funds to pay for his prep course.
Which had led him to Mason Creek.
To Lindsay.
He took a moment to study her. Rays of sunlight streamed through the windowpane and fell over her lush body. Her chestnut hair looked wild and uncontrolled, a little like her, he suspected. Dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a low-cut silky top, his body registered every delicious detail of the woman before him. Her natural feminine scent saturated the small bedroom. Brad inhaled, pulling it into his lungs and letting it arouse all his senses.
When Pamina touched Lindsay’s arm, Lindsay turned to her. Brad’s body hummed and his blood pressure soared as he glimpsed Lindsay’s gorgeous, curvy backside.
Damned if she wasn’t the most perfect woman he’d set eyes on.
But even if Brad wanted more with Lindsay, he saw the way she looked at him, the same way every other woman had looked at him. He knew if they hooked up, she’d only be in it for the ride. Not that he had anything against the ride, mind you. He didn’t. Hell, he loved the ride. He was a healthy, red-blooded American male after all. But the truth was, he wanted more from a woman. After years of searching for that special someone, he’d given up hope in finding his perfect match. One who’d accepted him for who he really was, a small-town boy with brawn and brains. A woman who wanted him for more than just a quick roll in the sack and one who supported his dream to become a doctor.
He leaned back against the doorjamb and watched Lindsay discuss her decorating ideas with Pamina. Her face lit with excitement, and her dark eyes were animated as she described the layout and furniture placement. Her energy and creative insight impressed him. In fact, he might have just met her, but there were already a lot of things about Lindsay that impressed him.
And for some unfathomable reason, he suspected if he went for a quick heated ride with her, she’d turn his life upside down without even trying.
3
For days now, Lindsay had watched Brad while he tore down the wall, enjoying the sight of a hard man, hard at work. It didn’t take her long to figure out that in a lot of ways he wasn’t like the men she’d dated. Not only was he dedicated and driven, he worked from sunup until sundown and wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He also took great care and pride in his work.
Damn, she found that sexy.
Sitting on the floor across from him, notepad in hand, she’d finished drawing out her designs and now waited patiently for her bondage equipment to arrive. No need to rush things, she mused. Not when she was perfectly happy entertaining herself by watching Brad work.
She wouldn’t be able to paint or hang her mirrors until after Brad had completed his job, not with all the dust in the air. All her furniture had been ordered and her sexy BDSM props sat in a box nearby, waiting to be displayed. Lindsay planned on securing them behind glass doors in the melamine cubbyholes she’d purchased. The items were for viewing only, and should the lovers wish to purchase any of the goodies, they’d have to see Pamina, who now had her very own stockroom full. Thanks to Lindsay’s favorite store, Toys4Gals.
So with nothing much to do in the interim, she wasted her morning away by watching one shirtless, one very tanned and very muscular man tear down a wall.
Did life get any better than this?
Hell yeah! She could be half-naked too. Or better yet, completely naked.
Lust shot through her and warmed her blood as she pictured such a delightfully delicious thing. Brad’s hard body on top of hers—damn how she loved the weight of a man’s body pressing down on hers. His mouth claiming her, showering her hot, naked flesh with heated kisses. His silky tongue sliding downward, following a heated path to her stomach and lower, until he reached the moist apex between her legs. His wet tongue opening her swollen pink folds with the utmost expertise, so he could dip inside and taste her creamy essence. His thick fingers pushing deep inside her pussy, moving in and out, in and out, until she went up in flames beneath his perfect ministrations. Her body began thrumming with heat and desire. She swallowed a tortured moan.
Lindsay brushed a bead of perspiration from her forehead and squeezed her thighs together as a shiver of need made her quake.
She really should have sex with him. That might help ease the tremendous amount of sexual tension between them and get her focus back on her job.
Christ, she knew when she agreed to hiring such a luscious bad boy it would drive her to distraction. And such a distraction had her wavering in her vow to steer clear of men.
It didn’t take long for her convictions to soften around the edges. As she pondered the situation, her lascivious gaze swept over him again. She spent a moment reasoning with herself. Sure she’d sworn off men, but that didn’t mean she had to swear off sex too, right? Although one-night stands weren’t her thing, couldn’t she have hot, wild monkey sex with him just this once? Why complicate things with a relationship that was doomed to fail, judging by her track record, that is.
Surely she could keep her emotions under wraps while she
