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Her pulse hammered against his lips as he nibbled and licked his way down to the hollow of her throat, which peeked shyly from the top of her jacket and the knitted sweater she wore beneath.
When he reached the base of her throat, he ruthlessly unzipped her coat and dragged down the stretchy neck of her top to expose the delightfully rounded tops of her generous breasts and her bra. He buried his face in her pillowy chest, kissing and licking along the line of her bra.
Meanwhile, he shoved his hand under her jacket and found the waist of her jeans. He was popping open the button and unfastening them when she gasped, “Hold on! Someone’s coming!”
He whipped his head around.Fuck. She was right. In the distance, a sweep of headlights and the faint sound of snowy gravel crunching under tires informed him that a vehicle had just turned off the highway and entered the ranch.
“It’s probably Autumn and everyone else coming back from town,” Winnie said, panting.
“And you don’t want to get caught making out in the open like two teenagers?” The blood pounded in Nick’s ears and his cock complained bitterly about the interruption.
“What the hell was I thinking?” Winnie shook her head. “I’m sorry, Nick.”
His heart sank.Dammit. He’d been so close, too!
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he forced himself to say. Then, because why the hell not, he added, “Why don’t we continue our, uh, conversation inside? Where it’s nice and warm.”
And we can get naked, he added silently.
“I can’t.” She wriggled free of him and slid off his Jeep.
He didn’t say anything but couldn’t hide his disappointment and frustration.
“I’m sorry,” she said, fumbling to pull her clothing back into place. “I didn’t mean to lead you on. It’s--it’s just too soon. I think getting involved right now would be a really bad idea.”
Nick disagreed. It didn’t sound like a bad idea tohim. Especially now that he’d had a maddeningly brief taste of her.
“It’s okay.” It took every ounce of his self-control to step back and button up his jacket again.
He was such a fucking liar. This was most definitelynotokay. Not in the slightest.
In silence, he walked Winnie to the front door of her cottage. As he turned to go, she said again, “I really am sorry.”
Her regret appeared to be genuine.
He forced himself to smile at her. “This isn’t over,” he assured her. “But we can take it slow, if that’s what you need. Good night, Winnie. I’ll see you bright and early at the job site.”
“Good night,” she replied, before stepping inside her cottage and closing the door.
Every part of him screamed not to leave her as he walked back to his waiting vehicle.
I’m not letting her go, he promised himself.I’m just giving her space. When the time comes, I’m going give her everything she deserves. Everything that loser dickweed didn’t.
Chapter 17: Yielding to Temptation
Winnie tried to ignore the hot throbbing between her legs as she cleaned up the remains of her abandoned milkshake, washed out the blender, and shoved the liquor bottles back inside the lower kitchen cabinet.
It had been a long,longtime since she’d been this turned on.
Betcha sex with Nick would’ve been amazing, a regretful voice whispered inside her head.
Winnie couldn’t argue with the voice.
If he could fire her up like this while they were both fully dressed and outdoors in twenty-degree weather, then what magic could he work while skin to skin in a warm bed?
She felt exhausted and emotionally drained after a long day of work, followed by the viewing party ordeal. But she knew she wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon.
Trying to ignore the lingering ache of arousal, Winnie flopped onto the couch and reached for the TV remote. She still had plenty ofThis Old Houseepisodes to distract her.
