Page 103 of Tempting Wyatt
I grin up at him. “Okay, rancher. I won’t let you catch me.”
His frown is so pronounced, I laugh out loud as I brush against his shoulder playfully.
He shakes his head. “What are your plans for later tonight?”
I pretend to think it over. “Undecided. Probably head back down to the bunkhouse and?—”
“Ivy, I swear to God, I will tie your ass up in this cabin.”
I can’t help but laugh at his anger. “Fine. If you promise to tie me up, I promise not to go back down there.”
He freezes, glares down at me. Then his gaze turns inquisitive. “You’re joking, right?”
I bite my lower lip. “Do you want me to be?”
The energy between us changes, thickens, charged with tension. Pullings us closer together by some invisible force neither of us can control.
His huge hands skim down my arms. His long, fingers encircle my much smaller wrist. “Have you ever been restrained? For pleasure, I mean.”
The cool evening air doesn’t do a thing to keep my body temperature from rising to a dangerous level.
“I haven’t,” I admit. “But I’ve watched some videos that always made me wonder if I’d like it.”
His chest rises and falls much faster than before. “You’d like it if the person doing it did it correctly.”
“And you know how to do it correctly?”
“I do.” He says the words with all the solemnity of a wedding vow, those dark, tempting eyes never leaving mine.
I try not to imagine him tying up and pleasuring other women. But he’s so freaking huge and powerful. Even imagining it turns me on. As long as the women in my fantasy are faceless. . .or me.
I’m beginning to wonder if this insanely strong pull between us is how I ended up here to begin with.
I never in my life considered going to Montana, and yet here I am. As if some unknown force brought me here.
“Do you ever think about fate?”
Wyatt stares intently for a moment. “I don’t suppose so. Why?”
I inhale the courage I need. “I wasn’t planning to come here. I’d never even heard of this place. But as soon as I arrived, I felt like I was where I’m meant to be.”
Wyatt’s lips quirk. “If fate is what brought you here to me, then yeah, I think about it every damn day.”
“Thanking your lucky stars?”
He chuckles darkly. “Something like that. But the next time I find fate leading you toward the bunkhouse, when I clearly said go to the main house and eat dinner, we’re going to have a problem.”
“Ooh. What kind of problem?”
He shakes his head. “The kind can only be resolved by me spanking that perfect ass of yours.”
My knees go weak and I’m about to say, “yes, please,” when his phone vibrates in his pocket, breaking the tension between us.
Sighing, he pulls it out and reads the screen. “Text from Antonio. Looks like I’ve still got a few more things to check on before I can call it a night.”
“Bummer,” I say, teasing but also meaning it. Because I want more time with him. And time seems to be the one thing he never has enough of.
Trying hard not to let my disappointment show, I turn toward my door.
