Page 128 of Tempting Wyatt

“I mean it.” I step in front of him, tilting my head back to look up at him. His face is a mask of restraint, but his eyes—those dark, stormy eyes—hold a heat that makes my heart race and my breath hitch. “What the hell was that about back there?”

He exhales slowly, then runs a hand down his face. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, gravel over dirt. “Do you have any kind of feelings for Isaac?”

The random question confuses me. “For Isaac?”

He stares, unblinking. Waiting.

I consider teasing him but the tension rippling off him is too powerful to risk this going in the wrong direction.

I consider my words carefully. “Yeah. I have some feelings for him. Ifeellike he’s the brother I never had.”

Wyatt’s relief hits me like bricks. He exhales slowly, his steady gaze unwavering. “And me? You got some kind of brotherly feelings for me too?”

I gape at him. “Are you insane? I told you from the minute we met all I can think about is climbing you like a tree. In fact, if you’re not too tired from today I was thinking?—”

He cuts me off with a searing kiss on my lips. “Fuck,” he breathes between kisses. “I’m losing my goddamn mind over you.” He bites out another “fuck,” then comes in for a long, deep kiss, sliding his tongue against mine until my knees go weak.

He steadies me as my body sags against his.

“Lord help, rancher,” I gasp. “Warn a girl before you kiss her like that.”

He pulls me in closer, the heat of him warming me in the cool night air. “You’re all I think about, angel. The way you felt coming on my fingers. The way you taste on my tongue.” His gaze drops to my lips, then back up. “I haven’t been able to think straight since you got here.”

I swallow, pulse pounding. “The feeling is mutual.”

His hand lifts, fingers tracing the edge of my jaw, slow and deliberate, effectively silencing anything else I was going to say. “Every single fucking second, I’m fighting how much I want you.”

“And what do you want to do with me now?”

He points to the stables. “Bend you over in the tack room and make you scream my name loud enough for everyone on this fucking ranch to hear.”

My breath hitches, but I don’t step back. Couldn’t if I wanted to.

His jaw ticks. “But I can’t.”

My lips part, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Why not?” My voice is embarrassingly breathless.

His fingers curl around my jaw, bringing my face closer to his. “Because if I start, I’ll never fucking stop.”

“Then don’t stop,”

The night pulses around us, thick with unspoken words, unspoken promises. And when I sway toward him until our foreheads touch gently, Wyatt does exactly what I’m hoping he will.

He kisses me again.

Hard and deep, his mouth claiming mine with a fierce determination.

And this time, there is no stopping.

CHAPTER FORTY

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MAYBE IT WAS THE WAY HER EYES sparkled in the firelight. Maybe it was Isaac leaning entirely too fucking close to her after all his “me and city girl” bullshit today. Maybe it was just too powerful to fight any longer. But my need for this woman has overtaken me and I’m too high on the taste of her to give a damn.

“Should we tell them we’re leaving?” Ivy glances back toward the fire.

“Fuck no,” I grumble. “The last time you insisted on letting Isaac know we were leaving, I ended up with a bruised jaw that delayed you sitting on my face.”