Second Chance Temptation. Joss Wood

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       Three

      Damn right, she owed him.

      Tanna owed him for walking out on their engagement, from running away from their wedding, leaving behind the life they’d planned. He didn’t care about the hours he’d spent by her bedside, holding her while she cried—from pain and from frustration—

      Those were his choices and he lived by them.

      But it had been her choice to say yes to his proposal, to agree to a Christmas wedding, to say yes when she really meant no.

      The weeks and months after their nonwedding had been hell on so many different levels. He’d shrugged off the embarrassment factor and ignored the subtle comments about his young bride’s flight, the fake sympathy in the eyes of people who cared more about gossip than they did about him. He’d hated the media attention for making him, as intensely private as his father was extroverted, a public spectacle.

      And he never gave the money he spent on the wedding another thought.

      But Tanna damn well owed him for encouraging him to take a chance on her when he knew how risky taking chances could be.

      She owed him for the sleepless nights he’d spent questioning his own judgment, for making him think asking her to marry her wasn’t a smart decision. For the months and years he’d spent second-guessing himself. For whipping the entire situation out of his control...

      She.

      Owed.

      Him.

      And yeah, he could freely admit he really wanted to sleep with her, still. Maybe more now than he ever had before. A decade had transformed her from an eager-to-please girl into a fully confident woman and he didn’t feel the need to rein in his responses, to choose his words.

      Tanna could give as good as she got.

      And, hey, she was stunning and he was injured, not dead.

      Levi rubbed his hand over his face, conscious of his throbbing shoulder, leg and, yeah, cock. In the past, he’d never allowed their physical interactions to go much beyond a couple of light kisses. It wasn’t that he didn’t desire her; he’d been twenty-four years old and a vibrating hormone, and she’d been a beautiful, striking girl.

      But she’d also been broken, and every time he’d wanted to take their physical relationship deeper, he remembered her pinned to that crumpled car seat, her green eyes wide with shock and pain, her thin voice asking him if she was going to die. He clearly recalled telling her not to look at Addy, sitting in the driver’s seat, slumped over the wheel, bloody and unresponsive.

      During the weeks and months following that god-awful night, he’d found himself falling deeper and deeper, entranced by Tanna’s fierce courage. He’d loved her, craved her and promised himself he wouldn’t push her for a physical relationship. He was a big guy, he outweighed her by a hundred pounds and a part of him was terrified he’d inadvertently do something to hamper her recovery. So, he’d pushed down his desire and banked his lust. Things would change when she left the hospital...

      But they hadn’t. When she was finally discharged, sporting his ring, she asked for more time, to delay intimacy until they were married.

      In hindsight, that was a pretty big clue all was not well.

      Tanna wasn’t weak now, or fragile. And the lust he’d felt for her back then was a baby version of the hot, needy, roiling emotion coursing through his system today. She was toned, healthy, vibrant and he knew she could handle him...

      Physically, emotionally, mentally.

      Unlike a decade ago, she was whole. And strong. And challenging. And, God knew, he could never resist a challenge.

      Payback wouldn’t be a bitch, it would be a delight. Revenge would be supersweet.

      Levi watched as she tried to find a way to say no, to wiggle out of her obligation. She opened her mouth and the lame excuse he expected failed to materialize. Instead, she posed a question. “How long will it take me to work off my debt?”

      “Is that a yes?”

      “No, it’s a question,” Tanna replied. “How long?”

      As soon as he could use his crutches, he’d be able to fend for himself, to move about. But he still wouldn’t be able to drive. And he needed to get to his businesses—his marinas, the shipyard and the extensive corporate interests he ran on behalf of the Brogan Family Trust. Yes, he could take time off work for as long as he wanted. Hell, he could retire tomorrow if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to do that. Work kept him sane and by staying involved, he kept control and control was essential to his peace of mind.

      “I’m not allowed to put any weight on my leg for six to eight weeks,” Levi replied. “I need someone on call for another two weeks, part-time for at least another four weeks after that.”

      “Your sisters and mom aren’t prepared to help you?” Tanna asked, looking for an escape.

      “Of course they are, but I like them. I don’t see why they should have to put up with my foul mood when you can.”

      “Because I owe you,” Tanna said, sounding miserable.

      Yep, she did. And also because he couldn’t imagine her walking out of his life again until he knew every inch of her luscious body.

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