Something bright against her eyelids dragged Mackenzie from her slumber. Yawning, she slowly stretched. Sunlight flickered in through the open curtains. A weight across her middle and warmth at her back brought memory flooding in. Heat crept up her cheeks as she rolled carefully to her other side. Wyatt mumbled something in his sleep and tightened his hold. His half-erection pressed against her thigh. She smiled, in spite of herself. Her lover just kept going and going. Seems he was going again in his dreams. She closed her eyes as details from the previous night spun through her mind. Embarrassment filled her. How was it she could act so brazenly, so unlike her around him? It was as though he was some mind-altering drug that had her doing and saying things she dared only dream of in her normal world. Now, here in the morning light, her actions played out for her. She’d lost her virginity to her brother’s best friend, a known
She beamed in delight, then preceded him across the wooden walkway to the beach. Wyatt averted his eyes from the sight of her hips’ supple sway and started thinking about future businesses he needed to attend to once he'd got back home until the tightness in his groin eased. The sun beat down on them. Sand crunched underfoot. He whipped off the jacket, tugged his shirt over his head, then slid off his shoes, dropping the items in a pile on the beach. He glanced longingly at the water. “This day is so lovely…” Mackenzie kicked off her sandals, untied her sarong, then spread it on the sand. After digging in her bag, she extracted a small wallet. “Can you carry this for me? I don’t have any pockets.” Wyatt swept his gaze over her scant attire… A few scraps of fabric held together with string. No, she didn’t have any pockets. But she had a lot of things he wanted… His pulse raced but he held out his hand. “Sure.” She placed the wa
“How about that one? Don’t you think it looks like a looks mouse chased by a cat?” Wyatt pointed to a puffy cloud above them. They’d made it back to the spot where they’d left their belongings. Mackenzie lay stretched out on her sarong, while Wyatt used his jacket to protect his head and back from the sand. As considerate as he’d been all day, Mackenzie couldn’t seem to shake a feeling of melancholy. Her enthusiasm just dimmed. She cocked her head. The wind shifted the clouds.“Well, I think it looks like the cat being chased by a dog... That one is too big to be a mouse, don’t you think so?” she replied smiling lightly.“Ah… it could be… Yeah…” Casting him a sideways glance, Mackenzie pointed to an indiscriminate puff.“And that one looks like a unicorn… See there? The head and the horn...”“Yes, I see it too.” Turning to her side, Mackenzie faced him. She had to get out of this slump. It wasn’t fair to Wyatt. He was trying so hard to pamper h
Wyatt winced as he pricked himself again with the razor. He blew out a breath, concentrating as he guided the blade around his jaw.“You’re just going to keep her company, dude, cheer her up, that’s all… This is not a date. And you’re definitely not having a fling.” He frowned at his reflection. The truth was, he didn’t trust himself alone with Mackenzie, not with the memory of her sweet body haunting him. Wyatt gritted his teeth and forced away the vision. Mackenzie wasn’t sure if she wanted him, and whether or not she’d admit it, she didn’t really want a fling. Mackenzie wanted what he couldn’t give her… a happy ending. Wyatt rinsed the razor, then set it aside, mopping his face with a towel. She’d been so down today. Somehow, meeting Bloom and her baby brother had extinguished the light in her eyes. He’d felt odd himself, standing beside Mackenzie and peering at that baby. He hadn’t really noticed babies before. The little rascal ha
Wyatt dipped his head to taste her. Mackenzie moved against him. The sexy sounds she made sent sheer desire surging through him. Making love to her was always so good, so fulfilling, but this time it was breathtaking. The way she responded to every touch, every stroke of his tongue was so overwhelming. He loved her with his mouth and his hands, seeking her hidden treasures as he savored her sweetness. Mackenzie shifted her hips, and his finger slipped inside her.“God… You are so tight…” he murmured. He glanced up. Her eyes were wide, and her lips parted. He pulled out the finger, sucked it, and then pushed it again into her, even further than the first time, reclaiming her, exalting in the knowledge that no other man had touched her this way. Wyatt pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Mackenzie sighed as he moved his mouth back over her, teasing her with his tongue and teeth. He slipped a second finger inside her to join the fir
Mackenzie rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling. Damn that man! How could he have walked out on her like that? Her heart contracted. ‘I care about you, Mackie…’ Yeah, right… How could he care about her and leave? She didn’t need him to protect her... She needed him naked beside her… deep inside her. Mackenzie clutched her pillow and moaned. To think she’d let him touch her, kiss her… everywhere. Sure, he’d given her orgasm after orgasm. Having sex with Wyatt had surpassed her wildest fantasies. Yet, he’d left her wanting more… Sighing, Mackenzie smacked the pillow into the mattress. “I want a man to care about me, to put my needs above his, to want to make me happy,” she said slowly looking at the ceiling. Wasn’t that exactly what Wyatt had done? From the start, everything he’d done had contradicted the picture she’d held of him before they met. Wyatt, the ladies’ man, couldn’t have had a chivalrous bone
The elevator door opened. Wyatt squared his shoulders and stared down the long hallway leading to the suite of offices he shared with Benjamin. Drawing a deep breath, he stepped onto the carpeted walkway. He’d spent a good part of the morning on his trip back, but he could still put in a few hours. He had time to make a couple of trades. Besides, the sooner he faced his partner, the better. The trip to the double glass doors took an inordinate amount of time. He paused with one hand on the brass door pull. Fluorescent light shone on the gold lettering spelling first Benjamin’s name, then his. Guilt burned in Wyatt’s belly. When he’d had his fill of Denver, Benjamin had taken him back without question, welcoming him with open arms. Then, in less than a month’s time, his sister had done the same. Only Mackenzie had done so literally. ‘Make love to me, Wyatt.’ Scowling, Wyatt pushed through the door. Now was not the time to brood
Mackenzie played with her wineglass and glanced around ‘The Stumble Inn’s. The bar was quiet this evening, with only a few scattered patrons lounging about its tables and high-backed booths. A clock glowed in the dim light. Where the hell was Helen? Mackenzie was near bursting with the need to talk to her. Who better than Helen to understand her remorse over giving in to her physical cravings for Wyatt, a man who was completely wrong for her? Helen would know what to say to ease the sick feeling that had settled in the pit of Mackenzie’s stomach. Talking to her would be such a relief. Maybe all Mackenzie needed was to spill the entire story about her horrid weekend… The debacle with Wyatt, and the subsequent visit she received from Estelle’s uncle, Kenneth Stevens. She took another sip of wine, then let out a heavy sigh. Kenneth had taken her to the most charming Italian restaurant that afternoon. Though her appetite had been lacking,