“Sure.”
She rose and carried her mug toward him. He moved toward her. She moved left, he moved right, which meant they went in the same direction and nearly bumped. She backed up with comical speed.
“Sorry,” she murmured.
“You’re a little jumpy.”
“I’m not.” She sounded more defensive than indignant.
“It’s a small trailer. We’re going to bump into each other.”
“I’m aware of that and it’s not a problem.”
“You’re acting like it’s a problem.”
Defensiveness turned into annoyance. “You’re reading too much into the situation,” she snapped.
“Am I?”
Her chin rose. “You are.” She held out her mug. “Could I have my coffee, please?”
“I think you’re attracted to me and you don’t know how to handle it.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it. “Are you insane?”
“I’ve never been evaluated by a professional, but I’m thinking no.”
“This is all about what happened before. We agreed to let that go.”
He filled her mug, set the pot back in place, then leaned against the corner of Will’s desk. Teasing her was more fun than he’d expected.
“I’m not the one who brought it up.”
“You were thinking about it.”
“I wasn’t. But you have been. A lot.”
Color stained her cheeks. “Not in the way you think. You’re trying to prove something. Well, you can’t. I’m over you and—”
She stopped talking and pressed her lips together.
“Over me?”
“Shut up,” she demanded.
“Over me?”
“I swear, Tucker, I’ll pull an Ethan on you.”
“This is getting more interesting by the minute.” He liked where their conversation was going. “You’re saying that you were attracted to me before.”
She set down her mug and folded her arms across her chest. Her brown eyes snapped with irritation. “I slept with you. What did you think?”
“I am pretty irresistible.”
“Not today.”
“You’re still attracted to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “What is with you? We work together. It’s a long-term project. Why are you trying to be difficult?”
“It comes naturally to me.”
“I’m not attracted to you.”
He winked. “It’s okay. You can tell me. I’ll keep your secret. You want me.”
“Only so I can back the car over you.”
He was curious about how much of her indignation was real and how much was self-protection. She was wary around him, something he wouldn’t have expected. Did she feel the chemistry between them, too?
He did his best to remind himself that they were working together and this was a complication neither of them needed. Still, Nevada was smart, funny, sexy and willing to go toe-to-toe with him. No way he could ignore that.
“GO AHEAD,” HE SAID SOFTLY. “Kiss me. Come on, get it out of your system and you’ll be able to concentrate.”
“I can concentrate just fine,” Nevada told him, her teeth gritted. “Your ego is the size of Mars.”
“I have big hands, too.”
She groaned. “Go away.”
“Chicken.”
“I’m not chicken, I’m sensible.”
Hanging on to self-control was proving more of a challenge than Nevada would have thought. For reasons she couldn’t explain Tucker pushed buttons she didn’t even know she had. As much as she wanted to hit him really, really hard in the stomach, she wanted to kiss him just as much. Maybe more.
Even more inexplicably, she hadn’t been thinking about kissing him until he’d mentioned it. Now the idea filled her brain, making her toes curl and her insides quiver with anticipation. Talk about crazy.
He made a clucking sound.
“Stop it!” she demanded. “Make me.”
There was something to be said for a man who knew how to play, she thought, grabbing on to his shoulders, raising herself onto her toes and leaning in. Something good. Something that—
Her lips touched his. In that split second of contact, she felt as if she’d been transported out of the temperature-controlled trailer and drop-kicked into Mississippi in August. There was heat everywhere. Intense, muggy heat—the kind that clung to your skin and didn’t let go for three days.
The air felt heavy, just like her body. Her blood was thick, but still moving quickly, carrying need to every part of her.
She drew back and stared at him. His dark eyes were unreadable.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked softly.
“No.”
She leaned in again and tilted her head slightly. Her mouth settled on his. The heat came again and she found herself wanting to rip off her clothes. Not only to cool her body, but so Tucker could touch her.