Wyatt dipped his head to taste her. Mackenzie moved against him. The sexy sounds she made sent sheer desire surging through him. Making love to her was always so good, so fulfilling, but this time it was breathtaking. The way she responded to every touch, every stroke of his tongue was so overwhelming. He loved her with his mouth and his hands, seeking her hidden treasures as he savored her sweetness. Mackenzie shifted her hips, and his finger slipped inside her.“God… You are so tight…” he murmured. He glanced up. Her eyes were wide, and her lips parted. He pulled out the finger, sucked it, and then pushed it again into her, even further than the first time, reclaiming her, exalting in the knowledge that no other man had touched her this way. Wyatt pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Mackenzie sighed as he moved his mouth back over her, teasing her with his tongue and teeth. He slipped a second finger inside her to join the fir
Mackenzie rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling. Damn that man! How could he have walked out on her like that? Her heart contracted. ‘I care about you, Mackie…’ Yeah, right… How could he care about her and leave? She didn’t need him to protect her... She needed him naked beside her… deep inside her. Mackenzie clutched her pillow and moaned. To think she’d let him touch her, kiss her… everywhere. Sure, he’d given her orgasm after orgasm. Having sex with Wyatt had surpassed her wildest fantasies. Yet, he’d left her wanting more… Sighing, Mackenzie smacked the pillow into the mattress. “I want a man to care about me, to put my needs above his, to want to make me happy,” she said slowly looking at the ceiling. Wasn’t that exactly what Wyatt had done? From the start, everything he’d done had contradicted the picture she’d held of him before they met. Wyatt, the ladies’ man, couldn’t have had a chivalrous bone
The elevator door opened. Wyatt squared his shoulders and stared down the long hallway leading to the suite of offices he shared with Benjamin. Drawing a deep breath, he stepped onto the carpeted walkway. He’d spent a good part of the morning on his trip back, but he could still put in a few hours. He had time to make a couple of trades. Besides, the sooner he faced his partner, the better. The trip to the double glass doors took an inordinate amount of time. He paused with one hand on the brass door pull. Fluorescent light shone on the gold lettering spelling first Benjamin’s name, then his. Guilt burned in Wyatt’s belly. When he’d had his fill of Denver, Benjamin had taken him back without question, welcoming him with open arms. Then, in less than a month’s time, his sister had done the same. Only Mackenzie had done so literally. ‘Make love to me, Wyatt.’ Scowling, Wyatt pushed through the door. Now was not the time to brood
Mackenzie played with her wineglass and glanced around ‘The Stumble Inn’s. The bar was quiet this evening, with only a few scattered patrons lounging about its tables and high-backed booths. A clock glowed in the dim light. Where the hell was Helen? Mackenzie was near bursting with the need to talk to her. Who better than Helen to understand her remorse over giving in to her physical cravings for Wyatt, a man who was completely wrong for her? Helen would know what to say to ease the sick feeling that had settled in the pit of Mackenzie’s stomach. Talking to her would be such a relief. Maybe all Mackenzie needed was to spill the entire story about her horrid weekend… The debacle with Wyatt, and the subsequent visit she received from Estelle’s uncle, Kenneth Stevens. She took another sip of wine, then let out a heavy sigh. Kenneth had taken her to the most charming Italian restaurant that afternoon. Though her appetite had been lacking,
Helen glanced at the clock on the wall.“Tom’s counting down. I’d better go. He’s promised the naughtiest punishment if I’m late…” She half rose, then stopped.“Mackie, did you need to talk to me about something?” Mackenzie bit her lip and shook her head.“No, sweetie, I’m fine. You go and have a good time with your future hubby-to-be-again…”“Are you sure, babe? You seem a little… I don’t know, off somehow.” Helen narrowed her eyes and plunked herself back into her seat.“You’re not still upset about Ben bribing your date? Tell me you didn’t spend the weekend sulking, and that’s why you didn’t go through with your plan...”“I… No, sweetie… I’m just a little tired. You run along unless, of course, you’re looking for a little of that naughty punishment.” Helen stood, then moved to Mackenzie’s side. She threw her arms around her in a quick hug.“You’re the greatest, Mackie. I’ll let you know all the details as soon as we work them out.”
A trickle of unease passed through Wyatt. He shrugged as if to dislodge the feeling.“Good for him! Estelle must be so happy.”“Oh, she’s thrilled.” Benjamin paused, raising his eyebrows suggestively.“Seems it’s a great house… Mackenzie saw it. It has a huge yard, and a picket fence, and off the master bedroom is a nursery. He told Estelle he’s a man with a plan.” Wyatt jerked his head toward Benjamin.“Oh, I forgot to warn you.” Benjamin’s eyebrows arched in apology.“I’ve invited Kimberly… you know, before you said you weren’t interested.” Perplexed, Wyatt followed his gaze to where the blonde, drink in hand, threaded her way toward them. She still had all the right curves in all the right places, but somehow his hormones failed to appreciate that fact.“Hello, handsome.” She slipped her arm through his.“Kimberly.”“Baby, come on…” Estelle rushed over to grab Benjamin.“Crystal wants us to open the presents.”“Oka
The amber liquid swirled, then settled in Wyatt’s glass. He lifted it for another long swallow and closed his eyes as it burned down his throat. Then shook his head. He could still remember the look of outrage on Mackenzie’s face as he’d left her. When she’d walked out with Kenneth, Wyatt had quietly slipped from the back room to the bar at the front of ‘The Fiddler’. He caught the bartender’s eye as he glanced up from filling a mug of beer.“Another!” The man frowned but brought Wyatt another drink.“You look like you’ve lost something pretty special.”“I did.” Staring into his glass, Wyatt set his jaw. A vision of Mackenzie, her eyes wide, her lips parted in invitation, flitted across his mind’s eye. He’d lost big time.“Fucking loser,” he muttered. What did Wyatt know about giving a woman like that all she wanted in life: a home, children… love? How could he give her something that didn’t exist? Wyatt tossed back
Mackenzie forced her feet in the direction of the main doors of St. Thomas’s Church. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders as she headed up the wide steps guarding the front. Her legs wobbled unsteadily and she wished desperately that Kenneth was by her side. Dread filled her at the prospect of seeing Wyatt again. Fresh pain seared through Mackenzie at the memory of finding Kimberly at his door, dressed in nothing but his robe.“I’m such an idiot…” she murmured. Humiliation filled Mackenzie at the thought of all the times she’d thrown herself at him. She really thought he cared for her. In his own way, Wyatt probably cared for all the women he slept with. He’d never made any promises and had been honest about his intentions. Like a fool, she’d let her emotions get all blown out of proportion, convincing herself he simply hadn’t yet realized his true feelings. She paused before the double wooden doors. Why had she l
Wyatt paced to his front window and stared blankly at the maple tree in his yard. His temples throbbed. So much had happened lately, he hadn’t had time to assimilate it all. Yesterday, his father phoned to say his mother had called and they were getting together to talk. Wyatt’s trip to the mountains had paid off, after all. Maybe he wasn’t a stupid Cupid after all. Maybe this was a good sign. If his parents could come to terms, he, too, had a chance of mending things with Mackenzie. Jackson should have made it to her shop by now. Maybe Wyatt should have gone along to see how things worked out. He glanced nervously at the flickering candles he’d scattered throughout the house. He’d placed them in every room, anticipating Mackenzie’s wonder when she saw them. Surely, she would come to him… Soft music played on the stereo in the front room. Wyatt shook his head. If she didn’t show, he’d feel like the biggest fool for creat
Jackson Daniel Kingman glanced up and pointed across the room.“I can still see this place as it was back then… There was a long counter over there. I used to come by after work with my buddy and sit and drink cup after cup, just to watch her, just to hear her… It took me nearly three weeks to work up the nerve to ask Judi out. I knew I was a goner when she poured that cup of coffee in my lap.”“But… what happened?”“She tried mopping it up with a towel.”“No, I mean… Uhm… Why didn’t you two marry?” He shook his head.“It was a stupid thing, really.” His eyebrows furrowed.“We got into this stupid fight… The church double-booked us. I wanted to elope, but Judi wouldn’t hear of it. She had to have her church wedding.” Jackson paused, dragging his ragged hand over his face.“I thought she was getting cold feet… That she was stalling or something. All the churches around were booked solid for months.”“And what happened next?” Mackenzie asked.“My
With a scowl, Wyatt adjusted his sunglasses. Summer had hit the state with a vengeance, rolling in with record-breaking highs. The sun beat down on him. Heat shimmered off the road as he peered across at Mackenzie’s shop. He’d been a dedicated cynic for most of his adult life… So, how on the hell was he going to change into a true romantic overnight? Pacing the length of Benjamin’s office, while racking his brain hadn’t gained him anything but his partner’s frustrated glare. Wyatt had meant to escape to his favorite thinking spot, the roof, but lost in thought, he’d stepped onto an elevator headed for the street level. Wyatt exited, then kept walking. He hadn’t realized where he was headed until he arrived at this place. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. In spite of that, sweat soaked his shirt. All that walking, and he still hadn’t come up with a fail-proof, knock-her-socks-off kind of plan. He squi
A light breeze ruffled Wyatt’s hair as he paused inside the threshold of Mackenzie’s shop. So many memories… He glanced toward the space in front of the long counter, where he’d first laid eyes on Mackenzie, and closed his eyes.“Hi,” a friendly voice broke his reverie. A sturdy brunette approached, bearing a plate of sweet-smelling cookies. She extended the plate.“Would you like one?”“No, thanks.” She shrugged, then nodded toward a far corner.“We always provide a little something for our readers to nibble.” Wyatt followed her gaze to a cozy sitting area, furnished with numerous mismatched, but comfortable-looking chairs. Nearly a dozen women filled the area, all chatting at once. A center coffee table already held a tray with a pitcher and glasses of pink lemonade.“Our reader’s group,” the brunette supplied without his asking. He nodded, quite impressed. Not only was Mackenzie a knockout, she had a good head for business.“Is your
The constant murmur of voices mingled with the clink of silverware against fine china. Mackenzie set down her water glass and pasted on a brave smile for Kenneth.“What will I do until you get back?” He reached over to squeeze her hand.“You’ll be just fine. You’re tough.”“I wasn’t so much this week. I’m not usually so mopey.”“You had your moments. But were just moments. I saw fire in your green eyes. I know who you are.” Mackenzie pulled her hand from his to fiddle with her fork.“How long will you be away?”“I don’t know. But I’ll be back before you know it.” Her throat tightened.“I’ll miss talking to you, Kenneth.” His eyes warmed.“I’ll miss you, too. But you’re not getting rid of me. We’ll still see each other when I get back.” She nodded as sadness settled over her.“Mackie, may I ask you something?” The serious look in Kenneth’s eyes sent a ripple of apprehension through her.“Of course.” He scoo
“No! Absolutely not!” Mackenzie shook her head. “You can’t do that. You two love each other. You are the definition of true love…” She pointed to her mother. “You always said she was your Little Dove.” Serena took the handkerchief Hank offered. She blew her nose with a hardy blast. “It’s true, darling.” Her eyes glittered. “I’m sorry. We didn’t want you to find out this way. We were going to tell you and your brother sometime after the wedding. We didn’t want to spoil things.” “Spoil things?” Mackenzie’s throat burned. She blinked, but this time her tears refused to be tamed. They spilled down her cheeks in hot torrents. “My God! You’re ruining everything!” She was acting like a spoiled child as she turned, then ran from them. All Mackenzie wanted to do was throw herself onto her bed, then kick and scream until she had no breath left in her. How could they? Had the world conspired to prove to
Wyatt’s heart thudded as Mackenzie moved down the aisle. Why was it that now that she was so beyond his reach, she’d become even more beautiful? His gaze swept over her slim form in the satin dress. Mentally, Wyatt caressed each hollow, each curve of her luscious body. Benjamin coughed beside him, jolting Wyatt back to the present. Good God, he stood before the altar of a church, lusting after Mackenzie. If there was a hell, he’d just gained entrance. She stepped up onto the raised platform, then maneuvered into place beside the petite brunette. Once Georgina joined them, the organist broke into the ‘Wedding March’. Estelle appeared at the back of the church, radiant in a pearl-colored gown, her father at her side. Clamping his mouth shut, Wyatt stood stiffly beside Benjamin as Estelle approached. The ceremony itself proceeded in a blur. Concentrating on the nuptials proved impossible for Wyatt when all he could thi
The next morning dawned sunny and bright. Kenneth called to say he’d be a little late, but they’d make it in plenty of time. Just hearing his voice was balm to Mackenzie’s aching heart. He’d shown up for the rehearsal dinner and she’d made it through by keeping her smile plastered on and nodding and agreeing with everyone. She’d left as soon as politely possible, feigning a headache. Kenneth arrived close to the time he’d promised. They’d just entered the vestibule when they ran into Mackenzie’s parents. Serena fussed with her husband’s tie.“Why did you wear this one? I had a nice one picked out for you. I don’t think this tie is right for this outfit?” With an impatient grunt, Hank batted her hands away.“This is a perfect tie. Sonia bought it for me for my birthday. At least she had the decency to celebrate with me.”“I was ready to celebrate with you. You just chose to go off with that floozie trainer of yours before I got back from my group
Mackenzie forced her feet in the direction of the main doors of St. Thomas’s Church. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders as she headed up the wide steps guarding the front. Her legs wobbled unsteadily and she wished desperately that Kenneth was by her side. Dread filled her at the prospect of seeing Wyatt again. Fresh pain seared through Mackenzie at the memory of finding Kimberly at his door, dressed in nothing but his robe.“I’m such an idiot…” she murmured. Humiliation filled Mackenzie at the thought of all the times she’d thrown herself at him. She really thought he cared for her. In his own way, Wyatt probably cared for all the women he slept with. He’d never made any promises and had been honest about his intentions. Like a fool, she’d let her emotions get all blown out of proportion, convincing herself he simply hadn’t yet realized his true feelings. She paused before the double wooden doors. Why had she l