Free Unruly Urges by Lily Evans Page B

what she is trying to do.  “I would love one.”
    My gaze flashes to Christy’s accusingly as I take a hesitant step closer.  “Sounds good.”
    “You’ll both need hard hats,” Liev says as he reaches for my arm and urges me toward a large black SUV.  He grabs two hats from the back of the truck at the same time Christy’s phone rings. 
    Christy looks down at the caller id.  “I have to take this.”  She smiles a smile full of mischief.  “You two go ahead.  It’s not like I won’t get to see it when it’s done.”
    “Christy?”  I squeak out. 
    She waves me on with a distracted flick of her hand.
    “You’re sure?”
    “Of course.”  She waves us on.  “Go ahead.  I have a feeling this is going to be a long call.”  She turns and walks toward my car, then expertly pivots on her heels with her hand outstretched.  “Keys?”
    I thrust my hand into my purse and snag my large key ring tossing it to her which of course she catches.  She does everything right all the time.  It’s really quite annoying.
    “So I guess we’re on our own?”  Somehow he makes the question sound seductive.
    “It sure looks that way,” I mutter in disbelief, all the while smiling and trying not to sound too eager.
    He puts the big yellow hat over my auburn curls and steps back admiringly.  “You look pretty good in a hard hat, Stephanie” he says gruffly, reaching up to rub a curl between his fingers. 
    I blush.  “I probably look like a clown with my red cork-screw curls and a bright yellow hard hat.”  I rub the tip of my nose.  “Now all I need is a big red nose.” I watch as he digs around in his pockets for a few seconds.  “What are you doing?”  I press my lips together.
    He looks up with a crooked grin.  “I must have left my extra nose at home.”  He leans subtly closer tucking the loose lock of hair that had fallen forward behind my ear and smiles. “You actually look kinda cute with this hard hat on.”  He taps the top with his forefinger.      
    I swallow thickly.  I look up at him.  He’s so tall in comparison with me, and large.  He looks as if he could pick me up with one hand and not think a thing about it which really turns me on.
    “Follow me.”
    I just wanted to say Yes, Master, and be done with it.  I wasn’t even trying to push aside my arousal.  As he turns around to head for the front door, I get a better look at the back of his head and neck.  I raise up on my tip-toes, trying to read what the sexy tattoo on the back of his neck reads.  “De r é ir a ch é ile a th ó gtar na caisle á in ?”
    “Not bad,” he says.  “Most people slaughter it.”
    “What does it mean?”  I look up and nearly get lost in his green eyes.  He grins and twin dimples crease his cheeks.  Wow, I hadn’t expected that.  Dimples go against every bad-boy image I can think of.
    “It takes time to build castles.”
    He clears his throat.
    “Stephanie?”
    I take a deep breath to gather my scattered thoughts and force my attention back to Liev .  “Huh?”  Great, now I sound like an idiot.
    “Did you hear what I said?”  His voice deep, rich.
    “I was too busy staring at your dimples.”  My hand flies to my mouth, my heart thuds strongly beneath my breastbone. 
    He smiles again, his bright green eyes never leaving my face. 
    My brow furrows.  “Don’t do that anymore.  I can’t concentrate.”
    “Do what?”
    I grimace.  “Smile.”  I try to look at him without getting all giddy inside, but I can’t.  My pulse is racing and I want to put my finger in his dimple.  It’s just too darn cute.
    He flattens his mouth in a straight line.  His brow furrows in concentration and it only enhances his dimples as he tries hard not to smile.  “I’m sorry.  I can’t do it.”  A bright smile breaks out across his face and I can’t even pretend to stifle my groan.  I’m definitely a goner.
    I shake my head in resignation.  “Okay.”  I