“Why are you acting like this?” She couldn’t look at him. “Because I refuse to be used yet again by a man.” Especially by a man who knew exactly how to press a woman’s buttons, literally and figuratively. Nico hissed out a breath. “Rewind, you have lost me.” The hard tone of anger in his voice made her wince. She turned to him, folding her arms to protect her throbbing nipples. “No matter how much sex we have the house is still not for sale.” His eyes never left hers as heat soared into his cheeks then drained away leaving him white with fury. Her stomach gave nervy little jerks. Naked and totally comfortable with it, Nico stood proud and tall. He hauled on his jeans and moved towards her. God, he looked amazing. Bronte forced herself to stand still and not step back. His hands, hard now, gripped her shoulders. Hot, angry eyes drilled into hers. “You think I made love to you for the house?” Why wouldn’t her voice work? “You seduced me. You’re trying to soften me up.”
