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“She still is,” I said truthfully, thinking of Amelia’s silky white-blonde hair and sparkling blue-green eyes. I could only imagine how gorgeous she must have been when she was younger.
“We used to watch movies together every Saturday night as a family and then again on Sunday afternoons. At least until we all got really into sports and helping out on the ranch. I had my own little video camera. I used to shoot short films, with my brothers as the actors. Sadie always played the love interest and damsel in distress.” He started laughing. “She was the only girl that was always around.”
“She’s like your sister, huh?”
“It’s weird, but yes.”
“Why is that weird?” I frowned. “I think that’s wonderful.”
“Oh, I mean it’s weird because all of us are waiting for the day when Sadie and Wyatt get it together and realize they’re in love. And so obviously, they’re not brother and sister.”
“Do you think that’s something they want or something the family wants?”
“Honestly”—he paused for a few seconds—“I think my mama has been planning on them falling in love since they were still in diapers. And when I was younger, I would have said there was no way; she was just Sadie. But now, well . . . I think they’re meant to be together.” He made a little huffing noise. “I guess sometimes mothers do know best.”
“I guess so,” I agreed. “So you made films and wanted to be a filmmaker. What made you change your mind?”
“This.” He waved around and took a step back. “This ranch has been in our family for generations, and as the oldest, it’s my responsibility to ensure it survives for many more generations. I didn’t mind, you know, giving up my dream.” He smiled a brilliant smile, but I didn’t believe him.
“I think you did,” I said quietly. “If you didn’t mind, you wouldn’t have called it giving up your dream. Anytime you have to give up a dream, there’s some regret and pain involved.”
“True. I guess you saw through my bullshit.” He took a step toward me, and I swallowed hard as I looked up into his handsome face. His blonde hair looked dark in the night, and his blue eyes were asking me questions I didn’t know the answer to.
“It’s beautiful here,” I told him. “I see why you love it.”
“You’re beautiful.” He came a little closer.
“What are you doing?” I licked my lips nervously. “Do you have the, uh, hot chocolate?” I looked around, trying to pretend it was the hot chocolate I was interested in.
“I’m going to kiss you, Olivia.”
“Oh, but we shouldn’t.” I pressed my hands against his chest, intending to push him back, but the feel of his warm, hard muscles beneath my fingers made me pause. Would it really be so bad to let him kiss me? What was one kiss? It was nothing. Even high school girls didn’t care about one kiss, and if they didn’t, then who was I to complain? I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman. I was independent. I was modern. And if I wanted to kiss this hunk of a man, I was going to do it.
Before I was completely aware of what I was doing, I stood on my tiptoes and tilted my face up to meet his. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he lowered his head and his lips touched mine. The sensation made me tingle in places that hadn’t tingled in months. I gasped as his fingers pressed into my back and pulled me even closer to him. I could feel his warm, hard body pressed against me as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I’d never been more turned on in my life.
I kissed him back passionately, running my hands into his hair, then down his back and up under his shirt. The feel of his skin against my fingers made me gasp. I could feel his heart racing, and I moaned slightly as his lips left mine and pressed against the side of my neck. He stepped back long enough to tug my sweater off. I was sure he could tell that I didn’t have a bra on under my nightshirt, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t a prude, even if I did feel slightly self-conscious as his fingers ran over the sides of my breasts.
“I swear I didn’t bring you here for this,” he whispered into my ear, his voice husky. The feel of his fingers on my naked skin made me tremble with longing. I wanted him to touch me in even more intimate places.
“Liar.” I giggled as my fingers ran across his nipples.
He groaned. “Totally not lying. Cowboy’s honor.” His fingertips lightly grazed my nipples. I felt myself growing wet, and I had to take a step back.
“I’ve never heard of cowboy’s honor before.”
In one swift movement, he pulled off my nightgown and threw it onto the ground. I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin. “It’s going to get dirty,” I whispered as it hit the grass.
“You’re going to get dirty.” His lips came down to my right breast, and I almost came as he sucked on my nipple. This man knew exactly how to work me.
“Beau,” I moaned as my fingers tangled in his hair. “I thought you wanted to show me the beauty of nature at night.” I was barely able to get my words out as his mouth moved to my other breast.
“What’s more beautiful than this?” He grinned as he looked up at me. A hand slipped into my sweatpants and cupped my ass. I tugged on his shirt, indicating that I wanted him to take it off. He seemed to understand because he pulled his shirt off and stood there in just his jeans. I stared at his chest, slightly embarrassed as he gazed at my naked breasts with lust in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the water.
“What are you doing?”
“Let’s go for a swim.”
“But I don’t have a swimsuit.”
