Made for You

Made for You



Some mistakes are worth making...Lauren Layne's Best Mistake series continues with Made for You.

When the Wrong Guy is Oh-So-Right

Will Thatcher is exactly the type of sexy playboy good girls like Brynn have always avoided. And yet there was still something about him she just couldn't resist. When Will moved across the country three years ago, Brynn vowed it was time to put him behind her. She never thought Will might have other plans . . .

Back in town, Will intends to get what he's always wanted-gorgeous, unforgettable Brynn. For years, he tormented the untouchable ice princess in a desperate bid for her attention. Now he has a new plan, and he'll do anything to rewrite their stormy past. This time, he's out to show Brynn that the imperfect man might be the best mistake of her life . . .

  • When the one you can't live with—becomes the one you can't live without.
  • If you have yet to read Lauren Layne, you don't know what you're missing. Funny, witty, and sexy, this book is simply a feel-good fantastic read.

Brynn huffed and began digging in her purse for her keys. “I don’t know why I bother.”

“Bother with what?”

“Talking to you!” she said, shaking her keys in his face. “Just when I think you’re going to be nice, you get me all…”

Will took a small step closer. “Get you all what?”

Will moved so quickly Brynn didn’t have a chance to react before he’d pressed her against the side of the car, his hands bracketing her waist.

Then his lips were on hers, and his mouth was every bit as firm and hot and wrong as she remembered. There was nothing soft about the kiss, and she stiffened as his tongue pushed between her lips and moved in silky possession against hers. She knew what he was doing…he was punishing her, torturing her, teasing her with the knowledge that she wanted him even as she hated him.

“I didn’t kiss you to punish you,” he said finally. It was more than he wanted to say, but he had to do something to vanquish the lost look in her eyes.

“Then why?”

Her eyes were locked on his lips and his hand was cupping her cheek before he was even aware that he’d moved.

“You don’t know?” he asked, his voice a little gruff.

She gave a sad smile. “I do know. I’ve always known.”

His heart lurched and he forced himself to swallow and keep his gaze on hers. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “You wanted what you couldn’t have. So you took it. Just like when we slept together. I was the lone holdout on your endless line of bedpost notches, and once you checked me off the list, the challenge was over. And then you left.”

His heart felt like it tumbled into his stomach, and he didn’t know if it was in dismay or relief. His hand dropped away from her face.

She didn’t have a freaking clue.

Will silently extended a hand toward her, and she took it. He twined his fingers with hers in a way she usually associated with romance and sweetness.

Not Will’s usual cup of tea. But perhaps he’d changed.

Or perhaps she’d been blind.

They walked hand in hand down the deserted beach, far enough to the water that the sand grew firm beneath their feet, but not close enough so that the frigid Pacific waters nipped at their toes. Brynn didn’t know how long they walked, silently, hand in hand.

He let out a harsh laugh. “Do you even hear yourself? A guy is standing here trying to tell you something and all you want to do is be rational.”

Brynn licked her dry lips, all instincts on high alert. “Fine. What do you want to tell me?”

His eyes roamed over her hair, his chin resting against his chest briefly in defeat before he raised his head again. “Just forget it.”

Before she realized what she was doing, she reached out a pleading hand. “Wait, I want to know—”

“You gave me a flat tire?”

Will didn’t bother looking the slightest bit guilty. “I would have done anything to get you to notice me.”

Her world tilted slightly at the implications of that. “Notice you how?”

“You know.”

She did know. But still her brain rejected it. “You…That’s why you moved next door? That’s the game you were playing?”

“It was never a game, Princess. Not to me.”

“So you…you’ve wanted us…me…you…to be like, a thing?”

He gave a curt nod.

Brynn’s fingers dropped again to the mark on her hip. “One step closer to what, Will? What does it mean?”