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liked having the upper hand by calling the shots. “But that’s still no guarantee we have sex. You might like waving it around.” She glanced at his tented shorts. “Doesn’t mean you’re entitled to my body unless I say so.”
    “I completely agree.”
    She blinked, figuring he’d be a little more upset she wasn’t going to fall into bed with him. “You do?”
    He kissed her again before she could stop him. “Honey, when you and I come together, I won’t have to persuade you. You’ll come—and come hard —because you won’t be able to help yourself.”
    The reminder of his ego stoked her need to resist, if only to be contrary. Excitement flared. Brad would not be easy to manipulate. “Is that so?”
    He smiled. “I’m amazing in bed.” He turned to leave the kitchen, but before he exited, he added, “Just ask Marcy.”
    She stalked after him out the door and followed him to his own porch, annoyed she’d forgotten that fact. “Nice, Cava. That’s sure to seduce me into saying yes. Reminding me you’re another woman’s leavings.”
    Instead of being insulted, he laughed. “Run scared if you want, but I’m right here, neighbor. Tomorrow at two. I’ll pick you up.”
    Right. Lunch. “Fine. But I’m not a done deal, you know.”
    “Good. Easy is boring.” He looked her up and down and groaned. “Nothing about you screams boring, Genevieve.”
    She started. It was the first time he’d said her name to her face, and the husky tone put her in mind of silken sheets and naked limbs. “Right. So I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
    “Not if I see you first.” He glanced up at her second floor and smiled. “Just open your curtain, and I’ll know to look. Until tomorrow, beautiful.” He walked inside his house, and she could too easily imagine him taking care of that massive erection, something she’d much rather be doing than unpacking.
    Curtains—definitely time to hit the stores.
     
     
    The next day, Brad stepped onto Genevieve’s porch with a bouquet of daisies. He wore khaki pants and a short-sleeved polo, doing his best to impress the woman out of her panties. She hadn’t opened her curtain last night, much to his disappointment. Not that he didn’t appreciate a challenge, but he had a bad feeling Genevieve had the ability to make him beg. And not since Dana had he been so in lust with a woman. Nor had he had to work so hard to interest one.
    He knocked. She answered wearing a cute floral skirt that came to her knees and a peach-colored tank that exposed toned arms and showed off her hourglass figure. Damn, the woman had the nicest breasts. He was dying to know if her nipples were rosy or a darker cherry. Big or small areolas? He was a breast man, and he knew what he liked.
    He fucking loved her rack.
    She sighed. “My eyes are up here, Brad.”
    Calling him by his name, even when castigating him, gave them an intimacy. A small bubble enveloping just the two of them.
    “Sorry. Hard to resist.” He looked up and smiled into her dark green eyes. The color seemed to vary, but he liked this deep shade best. He handed her the flowers and kissed her before she could protest. “Again, hard to resist.”
    “I see that.” She took the flowers inside, and he followed her.
    He watched her put the sunny bouquet in a vase and set it on the table. “Why does your house look more lived in than mine?”
    “I couldn’t say. Never been inside.”
    “You’re more than invited.” He couldn’t help his smoky voice.
    She laughed. “I’ve heard that one before.”
    “I’ll bet.” He followed her outside and crooked his elbow, pleased when she latched onto his arm without balking. “You always been this pretty, or did you go through a gawky stage like the rest of us?”
    “I highly doubt you were ever awkward. You have lady killer written all over you.”
    “Nah. I’m a nice guy.”
    She studied him, and he wondered what she saw. “Maybe.”
    Nice guys finished last and all that, so maybe