Jason’s face cracked into a grin, and she shoved him.
“Okay, so you hated the kiss, and now you’re teasing me. I’m actually glad I came here today.”
“Yeah?” he said, eyes dancing as he crossed his arms. “And why’s that?”
“Because now I know you’re an insensitive jerk and totally not my type, and I don’t have to think about you anymore. I should’ve known anyway. I like dad bods!”
“Dad bods?” He was laughing now, and she wanted to punch him in the mouth hole.
“Yeah, dad bods. Men with dad bods don’t spend eight hours a day working out at the gym or focusing on their protein intake and carb loading and looking at their big”—she poked his rock hard pec—“brawny”—she poked it again because dang, it was really hard— “muscles in the mirror. I want a man who will pay more attention to me than his leg days, muscle striations, and body fat percentages. You clearly don’t fit that bill. And why are you bleeding?” Her voice had gone shrill, but she was in it now—full anger. “I saw a ghost for you!”
Jason snorted and bit his bottom lip, but it didn’t hide his irritating smile.
She shrieked on purpose for his sensitive ears and threw open the door again, only to have him shut it as if he was a cat swatting a ball of string. She growled and pulled the door handle as hard as she could, but the darned thing fell off. She blasted backward and nearly put her tailbone through her windpipe as she hit the ground.
“Ow!” she howled, staring at the traitorous doorknob in her hand. “Oh my gosh, I broke your door.” Guilt and pain filled her, and she wished she was skinny enough to hide under the sofa. “I’m so sorry.”
Jason was laughing so hard he was doubled over with his hands on his knees. As much as she tried to fight the smile, she couldn’t. She burst out laughing and threw the doorknob at him, which he caught easily.
Jason straightened and wiped his eyes. “God, Ranger, you throw the cutest tantrums.” He offered her a hand and helped her up. “First off, I’m never going to have a dad bod. Not even if I tried. The physique is part of the gig with bear shifters, but I assure you, I don’t spend hours in the gym. I’m a lumberjack. I stay fit with my job. Second, I don’t regret kissing you. I just meant I’m sorry it made you mad that first night. I should’ve been smoother about it.”
“Or waited until we’d known each other more than five minutes. Or given me a heads up.”
“Yes, or that. Sooo,” he drawled, sinking down onto the arm of the couch. “You think about me?”
Heat blasted up her neck, so she busied herself with picking up a set of scattered coasters. “No.”
“But you said you did.”
She smiled shyly at him as she repeated his earlier words. “Well, I said too much about too much.”
Jason pulled her hand until she was settled between his legs. With him sitting on the arm of the couch, she was eye to eye with him. “So, is it like a crush on me?” he asked low.
She narrowed her eyes playfully and shook her head. “Definitely not. I’m afraid of bears, and you don’t have a dad bod, remember?”
The corner of his lips twitched as he pulled her even closer. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Helplessly, she whispered, “Okay.”
“Swear not to run away?”
“I swear.”
Jason’s lips were soft against hers. This wasn’t the battle-ready desperate kiss he’d given her the first time. This one was tasting, sipping, lips moving against each other. His arms wrapped around her waist as he angled his head and brushed his tongue against her bottom lip. Holy meatballs, her legs were going numb again. She slid her arms around his neck and nibbled on his bottom lip. A soft growl rattled his chest, so she yanked back.
“Sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I make your bear mad?”
Jason shook his head and gave her a sexy smile. “No, Ranger, you don’t make my bear mad.” He eased back and dipped his gaze to his crotch, then back up to her.
Jason’s dick looked huge through his jeans. A long, thick, hard roll was pressed against the fabric there. She pursed her lips, then asked, “I did that?”
“Yeah, Ranger. You’ve been doing that since the night I met you.”
“You mean…”
His eyes turned absolutely wicked. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”
“But…” Georgia looked down at her uniform, all thick canvas under an ill-fitting puff jacket, making her look like a tomboy blob. “I’m no super-model, Jason, and you’re…well…you’re about seven levels out of my league.”