Too Hard to Resist – Excerpt

Jamie's car rolled to a stop by the curb in front of her home. Mark hopped out and started undoing the chains that he’d attached to the undercarriage of her vehicle. She got out of the truck and stared at the dark front porch. It looked so vacant and unwelcoming.

"Don't drive it until you fill it with coolant." Mark gave the hood of her car a pat. "Or at least water."

"Okay, where do I put said coolant or water?"

In the glow of her security light, Mark gave her a grin that could be called nothing less than dashing. Crooked, with the adorable dimple that she remembered when he'd made a brief appearance at her son's college graduation party. He walked past, a little too close, and his body brushed hers. He smelled of clean wet earth. The black t-shirt he wore fit the play of toned muscle beneath it to perfection. Jamie licked her lips; she'd like to approach him like a popsicle. Lick him head to toe and back up again.

They'd seemed to have shared a moment of chemistry while driving back to her place. She grasped onto the way Mark had looked at her. The way a man looks at a woman he desperately wants to kiss. Jamie couldn't remember the last time she'd experienced such a feeling. It'd been startling and she'd panicked.

Mark reached inside and popped the hood before walking to the front of her car.

"Come over here."

His voice was low, gravelly, seductive, and she floated toward his command like a moth to a flame. She'd come anywhere, and anytime, with him. Bad porn music started to play in her head. Bom chica wow wow.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Good God, she would be in the middle of a messy divorce soon, what the hell was wrong with her?

"You'll want to put it in here." He pointed to a part of the engine that looked like a square plastic container.

Her head was swimming; lack of oxygen most likely. Her blood had rushed south to her naughty regions.

"Okay." Her voice squeaked, and she cleared her throat.

"You don't want to fill it to the top, her unit can't take that. Just put it to here."

Oh, come on! The double entendres were killing her.

She couldn't help but notice his long, strong fingers. Long fingers might mean a long…

"Uh-huh, great." She bit into her top lip until it stung.

"So, that should be it." He dropped the hood and brushed his hands together. "Do you need anything else, Mrs. Shultzer?" It was an open-ended question on his part that left Jamie with way too many answers.