Free Mistletoe Match-Up (Romancing Wisconsin #3) by Stacey Joy Netzel

shoulder, brown leather jacket on but unzipped.
    “Hey,” he said.
    She handed him the damp towel, his borrowed shorts and t-shirt rolled up inside, and he stuffed them into his bag. With a deep breath for courage, she wet her lips and stepped forward. She was still turned-on from the game, and now it was payback time. Grasping the edges of his open jacket, she used the leverage to bring his mouth down on hers.
    His duffle thudded to the ground. Derek wrapped his arms around her and thrust his tongue inside her mouth. She welcomed the instant passion and edge of roughness in his kiss. Her palms flattened against his broad chest, then slid up so she could tangle her fingers in his shower-damp hair. The rest of her greedily pressed against his length.
    When he pinned her up against the wall and nudged his knee between her legs, she didn’t hesitate to open for him. His renewed arousal pressed hard against her thigh, and an answering throb of desire pulsed through her body.
    He reached with one hand to brush clinging tendrils of her ponytail away from her neck. He tore his mouth from hers, and she tilted her head. A gasp burst from her lips when a brief, sharp pain bit into the skin above her collarbone. Heat spiraled to her core with the realization that he’d bitten her. She fisted her hand in his hair and pulled.
    He resisted. “You had that coming.”
    “I’m not complaining, so long as you don’t suddenly grow a set of fangs.”
    He chuckled, then growled against her throat while gently sucking where he’d bared his teeth. Reaching beneath his untucked shirt, she ran her palms along his torso. Material bunched as she explored his abs and moved up, then back down. Her low murmur of appreciation vibrated against his lips on her throat.
    “God, it’s crazy how much I want you,” he said.
    She wiggled her fingers down inside the right front pocket of his jeans.
    “Lisa,” he rasped. “We can’t do this here.”
    “I’m looking for your keys.”
    She rubbed one finger against the steel bulge behind his zipper. Another groan rumbled in his chest. “ That is not my keys.”
    She eased her hand free. “Mmm. Too bad.”
    “Try the other side.”
    Lisa laughed and went for his coat pockets instead . Score . Keys clutched in one hand, she directed his mouth back to hers with the other. She was breathless in minutes and leaned her head back against the wall when he discovered that kissing behind her ear made her shiver. Cool air registered against her bare stomach a second before his warm palm slid up over her ribcage.
    She grabbed his wrist. Her nipples ached in anticipation of his touch, and she relaxed her grip.
    No . She’d started this second game with an end goal in mind, even if he’d almost made her forget. Even if she wanted to forget. Easing his hand out from under her shirt, she whispered, “You available tonight?”
    “Yes. Anytime and anywhere you want me.”
    “Where do you live?”
    “Barely a half-mile away.”
    “In that case, I want you in your garage. Tonight.”
    “Sounds interesting, but I have a king bed in my room.”
    He leaned in for another kiss. Lisa laid a staying finger on his lips and gazed into his dark eyes. “Equally as interesting. But you can’t change the alternator and muffler on my car in your bedroom.”
    She practically heard the click in his mind. That’s right—Chad had blabbed when she called to find out what he’d done with her car. Derek’s nostrils flared and his mouth thinned. He pushed away from the wall. Away from her. She fought a twinge of guilt and a huge cry of protest from her over-stimulated senses.
    With a quick jerk, he bent for his duffle before holding out his hand. “Keys.”
    She stuck her hands behind her back and shook her head. He stepped forward, his expression as tight and grim as his demand. Despite his anger over having been played, she was pretty sure she hadn’t misjudged a man who’d revealed he still cherished his mother’s