Because he doesn’t want to use me to make Bonnie jealous? Because of my brother?
Apparently, I’m not above begging.
“Put your morals aside and kiss me, cowboy.”
He moves into me like he can’t help himself, sets his hands on my hips and growls into my ear. “I saidno.” He pulls me against him and cracks open the passenger door. “Inside.”
To our audience, we look playful, like we’re drunk on each other and can’t wait to make out.
To him, I look like his best friend’s kid sister who needs to calm down.
To me, I feel like a fool.
Fifteen minutes later, he parks his truck around the back of the cottage. It almost seems intentional. Like he doesn’t want the nearby cabins to see him here this late with me.
“Sorry,” he says with a sigh as he helps me out of the passenger seat and shuts the door behind me.
“For what?”
“I said I wasn’t taking you home.”
I wouldn’t have remembered if he hadn’t said anything. Because we did walk around for a bit before we ran into his ex.
I shrug with a soft smile. “I guess you owe me.”
“I’ve sent someone for your cart. He’ll have it here by morning.”
“Let me guess, the tires will be taken off and I’ll have to put the old ones back on myself?” I try to make light of his mood because I can tell he’s distracted by something.
It’sprobablyher.
He’s about to respond but hesitates. And for the first time in a long time,I’mtired. This man is exhausting.
“Forget it.” I turn, walk up the steps and pull my keys out.
But he’s behind me in an instant, flipping me around and pressing me against the door, caging me with his palms. “We need to clear some things up.” His hands curl into fists like he’s fighting to hold back. “First off, you can keep the tires. On one condition. You only take it outside these gates during the day. You want to go out at night, you call me.”
“You adding babysitting to your list now, cowboy?”
“And second, I’m pretty damn sure you wouldn’t have wanted an audience for this.” His big hands rake into my hair and his lips crash against mine. I suck in a sharp breath, then moan into his mouth, lifting my hands to his face. I kiss him back with equal hunger.
He growls in response and I revel in the sound. The gravelly, masculine, out of control sounds he makes when we’re this close.
Lightheaded with heat and lust, I barely feel him unlock the door behind me before it swings open and we move inside.
Wilder breaks the kiss for a moment, shutting the door behind me, but keeping me in his grasp.
The second we’re behind the pretty blue door, he hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me, guiding my legs around him. Andholycrapwhat this does to my core.
I whimper into his mouth. I want to cry out his name but fear it will only snap him out of this rage-filled desire.
That’s what this is. A release of pent-up frustration that’s been driving him mad.
He breaks the kiss with a growl, still holding me with a fist in my hair. “Did you want people watching me devour you like this, Rose? Or did you think it was going to be an innocent little kiss?”
I throw my head back, exposing my neck to him with a plea in my voice. “Wilder.”
He nips at my jaw, then yanks me back to face him. “It would do you well to understand what you’re asking when you tell a cowboy to put his morals aside.”
