wasn’t another woman out
there, anywhere, who could compete with Olivia—in or out of bed. Wyatt wasn’t
looking forward to having this conversation. Blowing out a breath, he got into
his truck and drove toward the B and B.
Pulling up to the front door, he glanced around. There were
a few people in the yard and some sitting in the rocking chairs on the porch,
the cooler weather not seeming to bother them. The B and B would close next
month. Becca only kept it open from May until mid-October.
He hopped out and headed toward the porch. A few women
sitting on the porch smiled at him. He put his fingers to the brim of his hat,
and nodded at them. He grinned when they laughed. He strode into the foyer to
see Stacy Miller sitting at the desk. She grinned at him in welcome.
“Hi Wyatt,” she said.
“Hey, Stacy,” he said glancing around. “Is Olivia around?”
“Hello handsome,” a woman’s voice said from behind him.
Wyatt turned to see a tall, beautiful redhead smiling at
him. He nodded at her. She stepped closer.
“A real cowboy, huh?” she purred.
“Yes, ma’am,” Wyatt answered politely. He glanced back to
Stacy, who sat grinning at him. “Olivia?”
“I’ll get her, Wyatt. I’ll be right back,” Stacy told him as
she left the foyer and headed toward the kitchen.
“Wyatt, huh? I like your name.” The
woman smiled up at him.
“Thank you.” Wyatt felt damned uncomfortable. He was used to
women coming on to him but this woman was doing more than coming on to him. He
knew he could have her right here and now if he wanted to.
“What are you doing here, Wyatt?” Olivia’s voice had him
turning away from the woman.
“Can we talk?”
“I think we said all we need to…” Olivia started.
“Honey, if you don’t want to talk with him, I will,” the woman said with a sly grin.
Wyatt spun around and narrowed his eyes. “No.”
The woman laughed. “Playing hard to get?”
“I’m not playing,” Wyatt said through slightly clenched
teeth.
The woman finally took the hint and walked back toward the
living room with a last glance over her shoulder, her eyes going to his crotch.
“Holy hell,” he muttered, and then looked to where Olivia
had stood, but she was gone. Wyatt headed toward the kitchen. He knew the B and
B like the back of his hand. He knocked on the door of her apartment. She
opened it and glared at him. “Can I come in?”
Olivia sighed with obvious annoyance, but opened the door
wider to let him enter. He strode past her and turned to look at her. She closed
the door and leaned back against it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then
opened them to look at her, hopefully, with something other than desire. He saw
her blink her eyes quickly.
“Olivia…”
“If you’ve come here to tell me we won’t see each other, I
get it. Now you can go.”
“I…” He swallowed hard. “Damn it, I did come here to tell
you that but now that I’m here, I want you…” He stepped closer to her and
kissed her.
Without hesitation, her arms snaked around his neck as he
lifted her legs around him. He rubbed his crotch against the apex of her legs.
She moaned deep in her throat. When Wyatt reached to lift her T-shirt off over
her head, she dropped her feet to the floor. He groaned when he saw she wasn’t
wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect and fit just right in his hands. He
hooked his thumbs into the top of her flannel pajama pants and shoved them
down. She stepped out of them. Wyatt’s hand went between her legs. He growled
low in his throat as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris,
making her jerk against him.
Her hands went to his fly. She unzipped his jeans and
slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around him. He pushed his
erection into her hand, and then lifted her up so her legs encircled his waist.
“Shit! I don’t have a condom,” Wyatt grumbled.
“I’m on the pill and I’m safe. Please, Wyatt.”
“I’m safe too, but I don’t
there, anywhere, who could compete with Olivia—in or out of bed. Wyatt wasn’t
looking forward to having this conversation. Blowing out a breath, he got into
his truck and drove toward the B and B.
Pulling up to the front door, he glanced around. There were
a few people in the yard and some sitting in the rocking chairs on the porch,
the cooler weather not seeming to bother them. The B and B would close next
month. Becca only kept it open from May until mid-October.
He hopped out and headed toward the porch. A few women
sitting on the porch smiled at him. He put his fingers to the brim of his hat,
and nodded at them. He grinned when they laughed. He strode into the foyer to
see Stacy Miller sitting at the desk. She grinned at him in welcome.
“Hi Wyatt,” she said.
“Hey, Stacy,” he said glancing around. “Is Olivia around?”
“Hello handsome,” a woman’s voice said from behind him.
Wyatt turned to see a tall, beautiful redhead smiling at
him. He nodded at her. She stepped closer.
“A real cowboy, huh?” she purred.
“Yes, ma’am,” Wyatt answered politely. He glanced back to
Stacy, who sat grinning at him. “Olivia?”
“I’ll get her, Wyatt. I’ll be right back,” Stacy told him as
she left the foyer and headed toward the kitchen.
“Wyatt, huh? I like your name.” The
woman smiled up at him.
“Thank you.” Wyatt felt damned uncomfortable. He was used to
women coming on to him but this woman was doing more than coming on to him. He
knew he could have her right here and now if he wanted to.
“What are you doing here, Wyatt?” Olivia’s voice had him
turning away from the woman.
“Can we talk?”
“I think we said all we need to…” Olivia started.
“Honey, if you don’t want to talk with him, I will,” the woman said with a sly grin.
Wyatt spun around and narrowed his eyes. “No.”
The woman laughed. “Playing hard to get?”
“I’m not playing,” Wyatt said through slightly clenched
teeth.
The woman finally took the hint and walked back toward the
living room with a last glance over her shoulder, her eyes going to his crotch.
“Holy hell,” he muttered, and then looked to where Olivia
had stood, but she was gone. Wyatt headed toward the kitchen. He knew the B and
B like the back of his hand. He knocked on the door of her apartment. She
opened it and glared at him. “Can I come in?”
Olivia sighed with obvious annoyance, but opened the door
wider to let him enter. He strode past her and turned to look at her. She closed
the door and leaned back against it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then
opened them to look at her, hopefully, with something other than desire. He saw
her blink her eyes quickly.
“Olivia…”
“If you’ve come here to tell me we won’t see each other, I
get it. Now you can go.”
“I…” He swallowed hard. “Damn it, I did come here to tell
you that but now that I’m here, I want you…” He stepped closer to her and
kissed her.
Without hesitation, her arms snaked around his neck as he
lifted her legs around him. He rubbed his crotch against the apex of her legs.
She moaned deep in her throat. When Wyatt reached to lift her T-shirt off over
her head, she dropped her feet to the floor. He groaned when he saw she wasn’t
wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect and fit just right in his hands. He
hooked his thumbs into the top of her flannel pajama pants and shoved them
down. She stepped out of them. Wyatt’s hand went between her legs. He growled
low in his throat as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris,
making her jerk against him.
Her hands went to his fly. She unzipped his jeans and
slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around him. He pushed his
erection into her hand, and then lifted her up so her legs encircled his waist.
“Shit! I don’t have a condom,” Wyatt grumbled.
“I’m on the pill and I’m safe. Please, Wyatt.”
“I’m safe too, but I don’t
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