Page 81 of Tempting Wyatt

I attempt to swallow, to breathe, to calm my raging hormones. I fail.“I’m not sure. I just want. . . ” I trail off, unsure how to voice what I want because I don’t know that I ever have.

“You looking for something fun? No strings? Just a tourist hoping to ride a cowboy on vacation? Because I have to tell you, honestly angel, that’s more Isaac’s speed. If I fuck you, there will be strings, sweetheart. Maybe some rope. I couldn’t focus for shit thinking about you being here with him.”

A million thoughts race through my mind.

To hell with no strings. I want you to kiss me, to claim me,to make love to me until the sun comes up. I want you to fix the broken parts inside of me because it feels like you’re the only one who can.

I’m losing my mind. I can’t say any of that out loud.

Drowning in his gaze, I open my mouth, praying nothing stupid will escape. “What can I have from you?”

He lets out a light chuffing sound, like a laugh, but not quite. “Name it. It’s yours.”

Pressing my lips together, I arrange the desires in my mind into something comprehensible. First things first.

“I want the truth.”

He dips his chin closer to me. “About?”

“Tell me why you came here tonight. When you weren’t planning on it.”

His brow furrows. I caught him off guard.

We resume swaying, and he presses his mouth close to my ear. “My mom isreallyattached to Isaac.”

I pull back to see if I can decipher how this relates by looking at his face. I can’t.

He continues, “Charming bastard that he is, I knew if I didn’t get here soon, he might talk you into his bed. Then I’d have to kill him. Would break Mom’s heart.”

And here, I didn’t think this man could be funny.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “Pretty sure he only invited me here to annoy you or provoke you.”

His eyes meet mine. “That might be his story. But I don’t buy it. And I wasn’t risking it.”

I cock my head to the side. “So, it would be a problem for you if I hooked up with your brother?”

He appears unconcerned. “Not at all. It would be a problem forhim.”

“You’re a mess, Wyatt Logan.”

He leans in so close that I’m certain he’s going to kiss me.But he doesn’t. “Speaking of messes, I was thinking of the one you left on my hand the other night.”

Instantly, I’m burning up all over. “I’ve been thinking about that too,” I confess. “A lot.”

His eyes gleam under the hanging string lights above us. “Is that the only truth you were looking for?”

I chew the inside of my cheek and think it over. “I want to know what you thought the first time you saw me.”

He chuckles darkly in my ear. “I thought you were going to be a pain in my ass.”

I glare up at him, but his grip on my waist holds me in his warm, solid embrace.

“A ridiculously gorgeous pain in my ass,” he adds.

“That’smarginallybetter.”

He breathes in deeply. “What did you think when you first saw me?”