Chasing Mrs. Right by Katee Robert

had gotten out of his truck until he spun her around and pressed her against her car. “You forgot something.”
    With the full length of his body against hers, it was really hard to think. Maybe it was time to reconsider hot monkey sex? She was already in trouble, so it wasn’t like things could get much worse. She tried really hard not to stare at his mouth. “Uh…I did?”
    “Yeah.” He traced her bottom lip with his thumb, the touch sending desire curling through her. How the hell did he manage to do that, again and again, with only the barest of touches? It didn’t make any sense, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out how he did it.
    He kissed her, but he didn’t stop at her mouth. He worked his way over her jawline and down her neck, giving a whole lotta attention to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulders. Oh my . Her knees buckled, and Ian—of course—caught her. The fact that she just assumed he’d catch her almost shoved her out of her sensual haze, but then he set his teeth against her skin and all rational thought fled.
    Just when she thought he’d take it to the next level—lift her against the car and make her scream his name right here in the parking lot—Ian groaned and stepped back. “You make it really hard to keep my control.”
    She reached for him before she could stop herself. “Then why stop?”
    “Because.” He caught her hands and pressed a kiss to each palm before he let go and took another step back, taking the heat of his body with him. He shook his head as if coming out of a daze. “Because, Roxanne, as much fun as this is, I’m not looking for a booty call.”
    She laughed. “What are you saying? You want to date -date me?”
    “Actually, yeah.”
    Her laugh died in the face of how serious he was, desire replaced with something closer to fear. “You’re joking.”
    “I’d rather not ruin a fantastic night by arguing.”
    Ian ducked in, kissed her again, and was out of reach before she could respond. Because, really, what was she going to say? No, you beautiful man, I can’t date you because, not only are you my best friend’s older brother—and therefore off-limits—but you make me feel things that are so far outside my comfort level, I don’t even know where to start. And I really like you, which just means this entire thing will end in tears. Yeah, that sounded so freaking well-adjusted it wasn’t even funny.
    Then again, she wasn’t exactly the picture you’d see when you looked up “well-adjusted” in the dictionary. More like neurotic.
    By the time she got a handle on the crazy train of her thoughts, Ian was in his truck. He didn’t pull away, though. Apparently he was going to sit there like a goddamn gentleman and wait for her to get into her car and drive away. Which totally shouldn’t piss her off…but it did.
    Why couldn’t he be an asshole? Pretty much every other guy she’d run across had been—even the ones who were self-proclaimed “nice guys.” Gritting her teeth and telling herself that being pissed wasn’t a legit response, even if it was better than being afraid, Roxanne climbed into her car and started the engine. She even locked her doors as a nod to Ian’s paranoia—which totally wasn’t sweet or making her melty underneath the exterior of her hardened annoyance. Right.
    He didn’t drive away until she pulled into the street. She was halfway surprised he didn’t follow her all the way home. If there was some disappointment mixed in with the relief when he turned in the other direction, it wasn’t as if he’d ever know.
    “Stop thinking about turning around and following him to the gallery. It’s a bad idea on so many different levels.” She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. Knowing Ian was a bad idea hadn’t stopped her before. She might as well make it a running trend. One last fateful good-bye. Not that she really believed he would walk away. Except she kind of did—it was only a