From Wits to Oh My...

*He wants to claim her. She wants to prove he's ridiculous. Unfortunately... he's also right.*

Cody has a plan: survive grief, keep her head down, and absolutely *not* get involved with any walking red flags.
Enter Davis.
He's older. Brooding. Covered in tattoos and bad decisions. A biker with a voice like sin and a stare that makes her forget basic math. (Which is saying something, because Cody is *very* good at math.)
He's also completely unhinged.
Because within five minutes of meeting her, Davis decides three things:
1. She's his.
2. She needs taking care of.
3. He's going to enjoy every second of making her blush.
Davis doesn't flirt-he *declares*.
He doesn't hint-he *insists*.
And he definitely doesn't take no for an answer... at least not without turning it into a challenge.
According to him, Cody is his perfect girl-sweet, stubborn, and just waiting to be spoiled, claimed, and thoroughly ruined.
According to Cody?
He's delusional. Bossy. Infuriatingly attractive... and way too good at making her flustered.
She should stay far away.
Instead, she argues with him.
Teases him.
Accidentally fantasizes about him.
A lot.
Because the more she pushes back, the more determined Davis becomes. And the more he pushes... the harder it is to remember why she's resisting in the first place.
After all, what's a smart girl supposed to do when a dangerously sexy biker decides she belongs to him?
Probably not fall into his arms.
...Oops.