Made for You by Lauren Layne

wiggle away. “Now tell me honestly, what do you think about this mattress?”
    She was still for several seconds before she rolled onto her back next to him. “I want a whole bottle of wine, Will.”
    Victory.
    “Fine.”
    “And their baked brie plate.”
    He smiled. “You got it.”
    “And there’s this salad…”
    “No, no salads,” he said, unable to stop himself from rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist.
    She hissed in a breath. “Well, if I get the rich cheese dish, I have to get the salad.”
    “Says who?”
    “My thighs,” she said primly.
    “Honey, I’ve seen your thighs. They don’t care whether you have the salad or the cheese or the Goddamn crème brûlée.”
    Brynn loved crème brûlée. Not that she would ever admit it.
    “I guess I could do an extra session of yoga tomorrow.”
    He snorted. “Yoga? You?”
    She rolled her head to the side to scowl at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “I dunno, it just doesn’t really seem like you. Doesn’t that require patience?”
    He felt her eyes studying his profile, and it took everything in him to not turn toward her and meet her eyes. And then to roll on top of her and kiss every cheese-loving, yoga-hating bit of her.
    “I don’t really like yoga,” she admitted finally. She sounded surprised, although he didn’t know if it was surprise at the realization or surprise that he’d been the one to note it. She’d never exactly been one to know herself.
    “So it’s decided. Cheese, no salad?”
    This time he did turn his face toward hers, putting their lips just inches apart.
    Will waited for her to whip her head away from his in panic, but she surprised him, remaining perfectly still except for the wary eyes that searched his face.
    “Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly.
    “Making you skip the boring salad?”
    “Everything. The next-door-neighbor thing. The out-of-coffee ploy. The furniture shopping. And now dinner?”
    He locked his eyes on hers, telling her the truth for the first time in a long time. “Don’t you ever get tired of fighting, Brynny?”
    He kept his tone light, but she must have read the intensity in his gaze because her blue eyes went slightly wide. “Do you?”
    I don’t mind the squabbling. I just want more.
    But it was too soon. She still looked like a wary cat ready to call her stupid boyfriend at the first sign of her being turned on. And he knew he could turn her on. Easily. Her eyes kept moving to his lips and her pupils were dilated.
    She wanted him. She’d wanted him when she he’d kissed her in the driveway last week, and when he’d rubbed against her in the kitchen this morning, and she wanted him now.
    But she wouldn’t take him. Not until she’d gotten rid of Jimmy what’s-his-name. If he kissed her now, she’d hate him. Hate herself for liking it when she was supposed to be loyal to an absent boyfriend.
    He allowed himself one more lingering touch of his fingers on her palm. Just enough to remind her of what it had been like with them. Enough to have her sucking in her breath and springing away from him.
    Clearing his throat and hoping his erection wasn’t that obvious, Will glanced around until he spotted the salesguy he’d shooed away a few minutes ago.
    He rattled off his desired size and model to the short, eager-to-please employee, who took rapid notes, and couldn’t resist sneaking a look at Brynn.
    She looked properly furious.
    “You didn’t even try that mattress,” she hissed after he’d given his payment and shipping information. “That brand of mattresses is over on that side of the store, and we haven’t gotten there yet.”
    “Yeah, I don’t really want something new. I like the one I had before.”
    He didn’t know if the double meaning was unintentional or if his subconscious had made him say it, but he found himself meeting her eyes all the same, watching for any sign of understanding.
    But she lowered her eyelids as