Page 26 of The Holiday Clause

“I don’t believe you.”

“Damn it, Wren, we’re not doing this.”

“Logan and Soren would.”

His molars locked, and he took a threatening step toward her before catching himself. She gasped but didn’t back up. Her eyes dilated, and her breasts lifted. She was enjoying this.

“What is it you want from me?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Arched back so she could meet his stare, she blinked up at him. “Honesty.”

“I’m always honest with you.”

She settled her hands on his arms, and a zing of electricity shot to his cock. “You’re not even being honest with yourself.”

Her hand squeezed ever so slightly around the girth of his arm, and he imagined her grip elsewhere. He caught her wrist. “There are rules, Wren.”

“What rules? I never made any rules.”

First, the dates with his brother, now this? “Whatever game you’re playing, knock it off.”

“Or what?”

Did she have to move like that? Arched back as she was over the work table, he could see every way her body shifted and twitched. “You shouldn’t play games like this with men.”

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Why? Are you afraid I’ll spoil your delusions that I’m still a little girl? Sorry to disappoint, Greyson, but I’m a grown ass woman. Your brothers realize it, why can’t you?”

“I’m aware you’re not a child anymore.”

“Haven’t been in some time.”

“If you want to be recognized as a woman, act like it.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means, quit it with the games.” The tension coiled tighter as he held her challenging stare.

“No.”

His nostrils flared at the defiant way she whispered that word. He snatched her hand and pressed it to the bulge at his crotch.

“Greyson!” When she tried to pull away, he tightened his grip.

“Is this what you want?” He stepped forward, still holding her hand to his cock. “You want to play games? Fine, let’s go there. I could have you against that wall in two seconds flat and fuck you right into next week.” He flung her hand away and growled. “I don’t like games, and you should know better than to taunt anything twice your size.”

When he turned, she said, “I’m not the one afraid here, you are.”

“That’s it.” He shoved her into the wall and gripped the back of her neck. The second she gasped, he took her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss, shamelessly grinding his body against hers, showing her exactly what a man like him could do to a tiny little thing like her.

Her fist tightened on his jacket, and she moaned, soft and needy. He backed her into the wall, his feet tripping over the pots and bags of soil on the floor. Something heavy hit the floor with a thud, but he was in too deep to stop himself now.

“Who the fuck taught you how to kiss like this?” he growled against her soft lips.

Her fingers forked into his hair, jerking his head to the side to tease him with the tip of her tongue. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

The thought of anyone else touching her made him rabid. He cupped her jaw, taking back control, and she gave it over to him. Her leg hooked around his, and he lifted her.

His hips flexed as she moaned into his mouth, and he yanked her sweater aside, spreading open-mouthed kisses down her shoulder.