“No buts. Come on, live a little, Tess.” Her gaze softens as she glances up at me. There’s an apology in her look, and I fucking hate it. “Ryan—” “I know I’ve been teasing and coming on strong, but I like you, Tess. I just want to get to know you better.” “You don’t know me at all,” she says. “You just like what you see.” “Well, you’re fucking gorgeous, and you know it. I’d be the biggest liar in the world if I said I didn’t want you wrapped around me like naked bark on a tree.”
