Langley Ford is the definition of serious. Going through life as a pararescue jumper, working solely around men, she’s had to go above and beyond to prove she’s their equal. In fact, she can’t recall the last time she allowed herself to truly relax or let her guard down. Always the one others rely on to crack jokes, the one to liven things up, Lawson Briggs is a fun, easygoing guy who doesn’t take life too seriously. But witnessing so many of his friends falling in love, he begins to wonder what the fuss is about. Will he ever fall prey to that infamous “love bug”? Langley is now out of the military and working at a security consulting firm. When she meets the tall, bearded teacher who has endless wisecracks and comments, a part of her wishes she could be like him, wishes she could remember how. While Lawson might be the best person to teach her how to live life to the fullest, will Langley be the one who teaches him all about love?
Stepping closer, he watched her eyes widen slightly, as if she, too, felt that … something between them. She watched him warily, stiffening when he raised a hand to slide her dark, silky hair over one shoulder, smoothing it back to bare her tanned skin. Allowing his fingertips to lightly graze over the top of her exposed shoulder, he heard her slight intake of breath, saw the tiny goose bumps appear on her smooth skin.
“What are you doing, Briggs?” Her voice sounded mostly the same as always—controlled. Yet, he swore he also detected a hint of breathlessness.
Or maybe it was wishful thinking.
“I have no clue, Lee,” he answered honestly, giving a rough sounding laugh. Sobering, he added, “I just felt this urge—like I absolutely had to touch you. Because, for once, you seem so unbelievably touchable.”
She let out a humorless laugh, deprecation in it obvious. “Because I look all girly? That’s why you’re all turned on?”
He knew what she was asking, what she was trying to do, and knew he had to set her straight right then. Closing the remaining distance between them, her back against the wall, his arms braced on either side of her, he bent his head to her ear and whispered, “That’s only part of it. The truth of the matter is that you turn me on regardless of how you look.” When his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, he couldn’t resist a smile when she shivered. “I’m pretty sure you turn me on simply by breathing.”
He felt gratification run through him at hearing her breath come out in a rush. “There’s just something about you, Lee. Something that makes me want to shove you up against this wall and have my way with you.”
His lips dusted along the line of her graceful neck. “Other times, I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you. Protect you from whatever demons you have.” He chuckled softly, breath washing over her skin, cutting off the response he knew was coming. “I know, I know. You don’t need that. You don’t seem to need anything … or anyone. But hell, if I don’t still want to be the one person you do need.”
Inhaling deeply, breathing in her intoxicating scent that was simply her, he backed away slowly, arms dropping from around her. Eyeing her carefully, he held out his arm. “Shall we, milady?”
His breath held as she hesitated, but when she finally reached out to link her arm through his, it came out in a silent whoosh. Patting her fingers lightly, he imitated a John Wayne voice. “You stick with me, Lee, and I’ll take good care of you, lass.”
When she huffed out a breath, giving him the typical eye roll, it didn’t faze him at all. Nope.
What did faze him, what made his heartbeat speed up, gave him the slightest bit of hope, made him feel like he had hit the lottery, had been in the split second before she had given him that eye roll.
Because those beautiful eyes of hers? They had done something they never did, something unusual.
They had crinkled slightly at the corners. And while that might seem completely inconsequential to the average person, for Langley Ford, it was monumental. Because she never truly smiled. Not enough to actually reach her eyes.
But, just then, in their friend’s beach house, he had somehow managed to break through her hardened defenses, to wiggle his way in a little bit. Had managed to make her give the tiniest hint of a real smile.
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