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Chapter Eight
Byron
A bead of sweat drips down my neck as I take a break and lean against the wall of the building I’ve been pounding with a hammer. No, I don’t have time to be out on the job site. And no, I’m not running away from the office, the office where I’ve brought in a woman who’s making my life a living hell.
Okay,maybeI’m running from that woman. I’m a fool — a certifiable fool. The village idiot, dammit. At least I can admit this in my own head. I’ve had her working for me for a week. At any time, I can hire one of her employees and see her maybe once or twice a year if she happens to be at my brother’s house when I’m there. End of problem. But the idea of doing that turns my guts inside out. Absurd, simply absurd.
“We’re heading to lunch, boss. Do you want to join?”
My foreman is waiting by the work truck and the rest of the men are piling into varying vehicles as they get ready to head off in search of food. “No. I’m going to finish what I’ve been working on and head back to the office,” I tell him. “I’ve already wasted too much of my day.”
“It’s never a waste to work up a sweat,” Wyatt says before jumping in the truck and taking off.
I move to my truck and pull a bottle of water from the cooler, then sit down under a tree not too far from the building. The place is going up fast, and it’s a beauty. Astor Construction is building a new development on the outskirts of Seattle, far enough away to not feel like the city, but close enough to get to easily, and we want it to feel historic with several architectural features that haven’t been seen in a long time. All three of us have been working on and off at this site — it’s a pleasure to be a part of the actual construction.
Closing my eyes, I lean back and feel a small measure of peace. I love my business, love working with my brothers, and love being independent with no one to boss me around. If I could only quit obsessing about a certain woman, my life would be damn near perfect.
When I open my eyes after a few minutes, horses are out in the field. What the hell? Where have they come from? They’re looking at the opening to the building, and I turn then freeze at what I see.
“McKenzie?” I call out, but she only smiles and gives the smallest shake of her head before holding a finger up against her lips.
I stand, intending to move over to her, but again she shakes her head. Her delicate fingers rise to rest on the top button of her blouse, and my body instantly turns rigid. Looking me in the eyes, she moves her other hand up, tilts her head back, and her fingers travel down the front of her blouse as she moans. I’m instantly rock solid. I take a step toward her, but her head comes back up and she shakes it a third time.
Fine. If she wants to play, I’ll let her play. I step back and lean against the tree, my body pulsing, my eyes glued to McKenzie as her fingers rise again and she slowly begins undoing her blouse, one small button at a time. I’ll finally see what her clothes keep hidden from me. Her full breasts are revealed, and they’re everything I’ve imagined... and more. Oh, yes, with her dark pink nipples jutting out just so...
She doesn’t wear a bra to work? Now that’s going to make me even harder when I’m at the office. My eyes shift to her waist as she reaches behind her and undoes the zipper at her back and then her skirt is dropping to the ground.No panties, either? Hell yes!
I feast my eyes on her glorious body as she kicks her skirt away, then spreads her legs and props herself seductively against the doorway of the building, her chest pushed out, and her ass dipping low as she opens and closes her legs. Enough is enough.
Slowly, I move forward. She turns her head and looks at me, a come-hither expression playing in her eyes. “Is this what you’ve been wanting, Byron?” she asks as she stands and faces me, one hand high on the door, waiting for me to reach her.
“Oh, this and so much more,” I huskily whisper. “You’re making me burn.”
“It’s a very warm day,” she says, lifting her free hand to her neck and letting it travel down between her breasts and along the plane of her stomach. She stops at the top of her incredibly sexy mound.
“It’s certainly getting hotter,” I gasp as her fingers dip lower and circle the very part of her body I want my mouth to devour.
“I’m getting lonely here, Byron,” she purrs as she reaches out toward me.
She doesn’t need to say anything more. I close the small gap between us and roughly pull her against me. My head descends and I finally taste her sweet lips. I plunder her mouth, reach down, and grip her backside, pulling her against the roughness of my jeans and the straining hardness of my arousal.
She grasps my hair with both hands as she groans into my mouth, begging me for more. I’ll give her anything she wants — anything at all. Her kiss is filled with promises of what’s to come, and I accept what she’s offering, making my own silent promises of what I’ll do to her, with her, for her. This woman is making me come unglued, and I never want to put the pieces back together again.
She pushes her hips against me, her leg lifting behind me, her foot caressing my calf as she tries to get closer. “Clothes. They need to come off,” she pants before reconnecting her mouth with mine in a passionate display of possession.
With an urgency born of desire, I drive one leg between her thighs, and push her legs apart. Then I drop to my knees, resting my head on the silk of her stomach as I inhale her sweet scent. “So perfect, so beautiful,” I reverently say.
I grasp one of her legs and raise it to my shoulder, spreading her wide open for my view. Without hesitation, I lean forward, finally getting my first taste of her heat, and I nearly lose it.
My tongue swipes up and down the soft folds of her heat, and I suck the pulsing flower of her core, her cries of pleasure telling me how fast and slow to go. I worship her body, learn every inch of her most tantalizing area, until I can take no more.
I let her go and stand, and in less than a minute, I toss my clothes aside. “I need to take you now, McKenzie,” I groan.
“Finally,” she gasps, and she looks down, her eyes filling with delight at the sight of my throbbing erection. “It’s all mine,” she exults, then looks back up and licks her lips.
Our bodies meet — it’s all so ethereal that I don’t feel any movement — I lift her up, and soon her tight heat is surrounding me, her perfect core holding me deep inside her.
“Oh, Byron, more,” she cries as she lays her head on my shoulder and sinks her teeth into my skin. I don’t care. The pain grounds me just enough that I don’t explode inside her too soon.
