himself not to grin all the way home.
Haley thought he was sexy. Only God knew what that statement had cost her. She
was not a woman to confess her feelings and she didn’t give her trust lightly.
He figured he’d be wading into some pretty deep water if he took the next step
with her, but damn if he wasn’t ready to plow through right up to his neck. He
wanted her. And he didn’t just want her body. He wanted all of her. Everything
she was willing to give him. And that made his stomach clench a little just
thinking about it.
He backed the truck up to the porch and Haley slid out the
driver’s door behind him. He couldn’t help himself. He reached for her and she
went willingly, arms twining around his neck. He kissed her.
She tasted of guacamole with a sweet hint of Coca-Cola. She
was one of the few women he knew that didn’t insist on diet drinks. She didn’t
drink soda very often, she’d declared at lunch, so if she was going to drink it
she was damn sure going enjoy it. He deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue
between her teeth to the sweet, moist depths of her mouth. She uttered a sigh
and followed his lead, leaning into his kiss.
Damn but she tasted good. Felt good, pressed up against him
like she was. His hands skimmed her back, slid beneath the hem of her t-shirt
to caress her warm skin, moved around to cup her lace-covered breasts. She
moaned and he raised her shirt, running his fingers over the tops of her
breasts. Lord have mercy but she was soft. His mouth left hers to nibble at her
neck while he flicked open the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts fell into
his hands and he thought he’d never felt anything so soft in his life. He
lifted her onto the truck’s seat and took a breast into his mouth. A tiny gasp
escaped her as she arched into his mouth and into the hand teasing her other
breast. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding him against her.
Her whispered, “Oh god, yes,” was Wyatt’s undoing. He worked
the button and zipper, grateful to whoever designed low-rise jeans as he slide
his fingers beneath soft denim and satiny panties. She was hot and wet and it
was all he could do not to strip her bare and bury himself inside her slippery
heat. He stroked between her swollen pussy lips, teasing her clit as her hips
moved with the rhythm he set. All he could think about was making her
come—until he heard someone whistling a tune off-key. Shit. “Dooley’s coming,”
he whispered. He yanked her shirt back down and turned, blocking her from view
so she could tuck herself back into her clothes.
Wyatt scowled at Dooley who mirrored the look right back at
him. Obviously, the older man disapproved, which pissed Wyatt off because it
meant his friend thought Wyatt’s intentions were less than honorable. Truth to
tell, a couple of minutes ago they were less than honorable. He’d been prepared
to strip off Haley’s jeans and have her on the front seat of his truck. He took
a deep breath and nodded at Haley’s foreman.
“Dooley.”
“Wyatt.” Dooley shook off his attitude. “Heard y’all pull
up. Thought you could use some help unloading.” He looked at the bed of the
truck. “Looks like you two bought out the store.”
“Gave it a good try.” Haley’s warm hand landed on his back
and stepped aside to let her out of the truck. She smiled at Dooley despite her
red-cheeked embarrassment. “Reckon we could use some help unloading. Fact of
the matter is, we could probably use some help getting Haley’s new TV and home
theater set up if you’re of a mind.”
Dooley tipped his hat back and scratched his head. “Sure, I
can help. Just let me call Maria and let her know I’ll be a while. We was gonna
cook dinner together tonight.”
Haley slipped an arm around Wyatt’s waist. “Why don’t you
tell her to bring the kids on up and we can all have supper together? I mixed
up some ground beef for burgers last night and there’s some hot dogs in the
freezer. Maria and I can whip
Haley thought he was sexy. Only God knew what that statement had cost her. She
was not a woman to confess her feelings and she didn’t give her trust lightly.
He figured he’d be wading into some pretty deep water if he took the next step
with her, but damn if he wasn’t ready to plow through right up to his neck. He
wanted her. And he didn’t just want her body. He wanted all of her. Everything
she was willing to give him. And that made his stomach clench a little just
thinking about it.
He backed the truck up to the porch and Haley slid out the
driver’s door behind him. He couldn’t help himself. He reached for her and she
went willingly, arms twining around his neck. He kissed her.
She tasted of guacamole with a sweet hint of Coca-Cola. She
was one of the few women he knew that didn’t insist on diet drinks. She didn’t
drink soda very often, she’d declared at lunch, so if she was going to drink it
she was damn sure going enjoy it. He deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue
between her teeth to the sweet, moist depths of her mouth. She uttered a sigh
and followed his lead, leaning into his kiss.
Damn but she tasted good. Felt good, pressed up against him
like she was. His hands skimmed her back, slid beneath the hem of her t-shirt
to caress her warm skin, moved around to cup her lace-covered breasts. She
moaned and he raised her shirt, running his fingers over the tops of her
breasts. Lord have mercy but she was soft. His mouth left hers to nibble at her
neck while he flicked open the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts fell into
his hands and he thought he’d never felt anything so soft in his life. He
lifted her onto the truck’s seat and took a breast into his mouth. A tiny gasp
escaped her as she arched into his mouth and into the hand teasing her other
breast. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding him against her.
Her whispered, “Oh god, yes,” was Wyatt’s undoing. He worked
the button and zipper, grateful to whoever designed low-rise jeans as he slide
his fingers beneath soft denim and satiny panties. She was hot and wet and it
was all he could do not to strip her bare and bury himself inside her slippery
heat. He stroked between her swollen pussy lips, teasing her clit as her hips
moved with the rhythm he set. All he could think about was making her
come—until he heard someone whistling a tune off-key. Shit. “Dooley’s coming,”
he whispered. He yanked her shirt back down and turned, blocking her from view
so she could tuck herself back into her clothes.
Wyatt scowled at Dooley who mirrored the look right back at
him. Obviously, the older man disapproved, which pissed Wyatt off because it
meant his friend thought Wyatt’s intentions were less than honorable. Truth to
tell, a couple of minutes ago they were less than honorable. He’d been prepared
to strip off Haley’s jeans and have her on the front seat of his truck. He took
a deep breath and nodded at Haley’s foreman.
“Dooley.”
“Wyatt.” Dooley shook off his attitude. “Heard y’all pull
up. Thought you could use some help unloading.” He looked at the bed of the
truck. “Looks like you two bought out the store.”
“Gave it a good try.” Haley’s warm hand landed on his back
and stepped aside to let her out of the truck. She smiled at Dooley despite her
red-cheeked embarrassment. “Reckon we could use some help unloading. Fact of
the matter is, we could probably use some help getting Haley’s new TV and home
theater set up if you’re of a mind.”
Dooley tipped his hat back and scratched his head. “Sure, I
can help. Just let me call Maria and let her know I’ll be a while. We was gonna
cook dinner together tonight.”
Haley slipped an arm around Wyatt’s waist. “Why don’t you
tell her to bring the kids on up and we can all have supper together? I mixed
up some ground beef for burgers last night and there’s some hot dogs in the
freezer. Maria and I can whip
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