So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

Changing tack, I put a hand to his chest and ask, “What can I do to help you, then?” He shifts back like he’s trying to make space that doesn’t exist. “Just get back in your seat so I can drive home.” Wait—what? This sudden coldness is a shock, and I don’t like his tone. “Hunter,” he warns, tipping his chin toward the passenger seat. “Just do it.” I raise one eyebrow, but I don’t budge. “Seriously?” His nostrils flare in response to my challenge. It’s cute when he’s huffy. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” he declares. Why the hell is he being so dramatic? Whatever the reason, he might as well have just flipped a switch in my brain. Brat Mode activated. Arms crossed over my chest, I lift my chin. “What if I don’t want to get back over in the passenger seat?” With a harsh breath in, he studies me through narrowed eyes. “Then we’re gonna have a real situation on our hands.” I purse my lips. “Oh yeah? And what kind of situation would that be?” He exhales, a low rumble vibrating through his chest. His entire face is beet red now—from the dimple in his cheek to the tips of both ears. “You really want to know?” “Try me.” “Well, Daisy. There’s not a polite way to explain it, so I’ll just come out with it. I haven’t been able to get it up since my surgery, but my cock is rock hard right now with you sitting in my lap.”