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“Feeling better?”
Shore smiled. “I am. Thank you for breakfast.” She lowered her eyes then slowly lifted them to meet mine again. “We should uh… discuss last night.”
I smiled slowly and dropped my hat onto my head. “Which part of last night would you like to discuss, Boston? You telling me all your troubles, you inappropriately putting your hands on me, or the kiss that followed?”
Her mouth dropped open and those expressive eyes went wide also. “I did not inappropriately put my hands on you.”
I strode across the room, closing the space between us before I reached for her hand and yanked it forward, placing it a few inches below my belt, knowing exactly what she would be privileged enough to experience because my dickwasan experience. “You’re so hard, Wilde, really hard and I like it.”
She snatched her hand free and closed her eyes briefly like she needed a minute, which brought a smile to my face. “Bringing up any more memories of last night, Boston?”
“I did not touch you like that last night. My hand was on your thigh.”
“It most certainly wasnot.You were tipsy so I’m sure your memory is clouded, but you get a pass. I won't be flagging your inappropriate behavior because I was hard so you were not wrong.” I edged closer. “I liked that kiss too. Maybe we can try again later when your body is buzzing with a need to be touched by me and not from an overload of moonshine. Until then, we have some tree hunting to do.”
I walked to the door and left it open, waiting for Shore to go out first. If she had any objections to what I proposed she chose not to speak on them. We would revisit that kiss later, if I had to guess, but she stuck with the plan for the moment and left the house in front of me, tossing out, “Let’s go get that tree then, Cowboy.”
ChapterEight
Your body is buzzing with a need to be touched by me…
Those words remained on repeat in my head since they left Wilde’s mouth but he remained the perfect gentleman, which was a good thing since we were both toeing a very fine line neither of us seemed to want to cross. There was nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting but I had a feeling whatever was brewing between Wilde and me was more than either of us were prepared to deal with.
Regardless, our day together had been perfect. We spent an hour walking through the forest of trees while Wilde let me fawn over them, being overly picky about each one until I settled on what I felt was the perfect fit forus. And yes, trees had to fit their owner. The one I chose did just that. It was massive, over nine feet with a large trunk and thick branching at the base spreading into smaller more delicate ones with bright green, lush clusters of needles.
Strong and delicate, a perfect blend of me and Wilde.
Yes, I compared the tree to us, because it was, well,ours. Even if only for this week but I didn’t express that to him. He would think I was insane for having such thoughts. While Wilde used an ax to chop down my selection, I was blessed with the image of his sexy body in motion, skillfully tackling the task of securing a tree he’d gone out of his way to make sure I had.
Today was about me.
There was no reason for one man to be so sexy and resourceful and I loved every second of the Wilde Reeves experience. After the tree tipped and landed with a thud at our feet, Wilde bound the branches with rope and tossed the beauty onto the bed of his truck. The tree was far too large to fit properly, so it stuck out the back but we were safely on our way back to town with me giddy about having some semblance of Christmas.
Ten minutes into the drive, Melvina called and demanded we come by the B&B. She needed Wilde’s help with something which meant a delay on my personalized Christmas on the ranch but I was looking forward to meeting the woman who’d given me access to my cowboy Christmas, so I didn’t complain.
Wilde, however, was convinced that all Melvina wanted was to meddle but he agreed and rerouted us to the B&B. I could sense the two cared about each other and he would do anything for her. It exposed something in him that made him even more attractive. Like I needed the man to have any more assets to obsess over.
Right now, riding shotgun, I was already in overload with so much about Wilde. I had never in my life experienced instant attraction so strongly as this man was evoking in me. Sure, I’d seen men and enjoyed the visual. Their handsome faces, smiles, nice bodies, but that was about as far as it went with me. What I felt about Wilde was different on so many levels.
He made me feel safe and secure enough to just be. Wilde was a rugged man but one of the most beautiful I’d ever had the pleasure of enjoying. His thick lashes and brows, silky beard, chocolate skin, and crooked smile did things to me. I wondered if he had a clue about how handsome he was.
If I had to guess, no. The guy was so laidback and easygoing. Not that he wasn’t cocky. Wilde was surely a confident being but it had nothing to do with his looks and more about his confidence in being a man. The way he moved, the way he asserted himself, was undoubtedly proof that he had the right to carry himself with honed arrogance and I loved every inch of what he exuded.
Other women noticed too because the second we stepped into Melvina’s B&B two women lingering in the foyer couldn’t keep their eyes off him. It annoyed me but he seemed unconcerned with their presence, other than to offer a tilt of his head and a charming smile.
He tugged me along, taking possession of my hand until we reached a glass-enclosed porch at the rear of the house where several guests sat around a fireplace sipping from mugs or reading books. It felt cozy.
“Took you long enough.” A slim woman with gray streaked hair framing her face, styled in bouncy curls, strode over to us. The minute her feet paused she landed balled fists on narrow hips while she tilted her head back and frowned at Wilde who only handed over an amused grin.
“Don’t you go grinning at me. You said you were on your way half an hour ago.”
“We had to tie the tree down so it wouldn’t go flying off the back, ruining somebody’s day.”
“Mmhmm, just go on out back and see if you can get that shed door back on the hinges. Not sure what happened but I think the screws are stripped. You might have to realign both doors to get them level again.”
He frowned. “You want me to remove both doors and put them back up again.”
“Yes I do.”
