Smooth-Talking Cowboy. Maisey YatesЧитать онлайн книгу.
again and stalking down the road.
“It’s dangerous out here. You can’t see, any car driving on the road isn’t going to be able to see and you’re basically cougar bait.”
“The way I see it, it’s one predator or another, Luke, and I’m happy to take my chances on the ones with claws.”
“Olivia, I would never do anything you didn’t want,” he called after her.
She turned toward him. “I’m just going to go home,” she said, her voice tremulous.
“Let me take you home, Liv,” he said through gritted teeth. “The last thing I want is for something to happen to you because I let you run off having a tantrum.”
“I am not having a tantrum,” she said, stomping her foot in the dirt.
“Honey,” he said, “this is a tantrum. And I’m about over it. So either you get back into the truck, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me, kiddo. Ask yourself if there’s one threat I haven’t made good on. I might be a jerk, Olivia, but I’m an honest one. And I swear to you if you don’t get that pretty ass of yours back in my truck I will put it there myself.”
He wasn’t bluffing. There was no way in hell he was letting her wander around in the forest without a flashlight, with her purse back in his truck... Hell, he doubted she even had her cell phone.
She stood for a moment, and there was no making out her facial expression in the darkness. But he could sense her rage. Had a pretty good idea she was staring daggers through him, even though she probably couldn’t see him very well, either.
“Don’t touch me,” she said, walking back toward the truck, careful not to brush him as she went past.
“I’d rather stick my hand in a badger den,” he commented, walking behind her.
“I’d happily watch.”
She climbed back into the truck and shut the door behind her. And he waited until she was buckled up before he got in and started the engine up again. He checked for headlights, and then pulled back out onto the highway.
His pulse was pounding, and only once they were back on the road did he realize that he was still hard and aching from that kiss. Olivia had come, but he had not. And he wanted to.
He gritted his teeth. He needed to get himself under control. Needed to get his libido reined in. Because he didn’t do things like this. He didn’t go after women who didn’t want him; he didn’t work this hard for a simple orgasm.
And he sure as hell wasn’t going to try and coerce Olivia into his bed. He could have most any woman back at the bar that he wanted. Why was he going to get embroiled in something this complicated? Sure. He wanted her. But he wanted a lot of things he didn’t have.
Life was tricky enough at the moment. He was not going to add her to the mix. Her and her uptight demeanor. Why the hell would he want to take a woman like her to bed anyway? He could have a woman who was enthusiastically on board with everything, rather than little miss prim and prissy.
Thankfully, they weren’t actually that far from her little house.
He saw the little half stone wall with the reflective address number on it and turned in. He followed the main drive for a while, then took a right, where he knew the road led to Olivia’s cottage, rather than to her parents’ house.
He pulled up in front of the little white-and-yellow cottage, illuminated by the small light on the porch, and didn’t even bother to put his truck in Park. Just pressed his foot down on the brake.
“See you later,” he said.
“Sure,” she said, opening up the passenger door, the overhead light casting a glow on her face.
She was pale. More than that, she looked terrified. Not just angry. But honest to God scared.
He groaned, putting the truck in Park. Then he reached out, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. “Olivia...”
For a moment she froze. For a moment she just stared at him, and he could see a small war being waged behind those pretty brown eyes. Then she jerked away from him, away from his touch. “Don’t.”
She shook her head, climbing down from the truck and slamming the door, clutching her purse and her sweater to her chest as she walked up to her front door. He watched until she was safely inside, and then shook his head, throwing the truck in Reverse and pulling out of the driveway too damned fast. But if he didn’t leave now, he was going to be tempted to go after her, and he knew that would be a bad idea.
His heart was raging like he had just run a marathon, his whole body so on edge he had a feeling a strong breeze could push him over.
No. Only Olivia.
He gritted his teeth against that thought. That regrettably true thought.
There was no point wanting her. There never had been. She was Olivia Logan, of the Logans of Logan County. As close to royalty as you could find in rural Oregon.
He did not have an inferiority complex. That wasn’t the issue. He was sure on her end those would be on her list of issues. As far as his went... She wanted love. She wanted marriage. She had made that abundantly clear. She was twenty-five years old and he was thirty-six. He had a hunch that she was inexperienced, and he sure as hell was not.
He was wrong for her in a thousand different ways, and his damned body couldn’t seem to hold on to that reality.
No, he wasn’t going after her. He was going home. He was getting in a cold shower.
And then he was getting blind-ass drunk so that he could forget he had ever put his hands on Olivia Logan.
Because he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again.
* * *
OLIVIA STUMBLED INTO the house on shaking legs. A great, gasping sob escaping as she shut the door behind her and locked it. She didn’t know if she was locking it against Luke, to keep him outside, or locking it to keep herself inside.
Apparently, she didn’t know anything. Not about herself, not about a man who had been in her life in some capacity for close to twenty years.
She hadn’t known she could want like that. She hadn’t known she wanted him like that.
But that word had played itself over and over in her mind. Finally. Finally. Finally.
She couldn’t scrub it out of her brain even now.
Even now, as she walked through the living room and dumped her purse and her sweater on the couch, unbearably conscious of the fact that her stomach felt nauseous and that she was wet between her legs.
She heard her phone vibrate and she scrambled to grab hold of it. She had three texts from her mother. Asking if she was home yet.
And then another one rolled in.
Why were you with Luke Hollister at Gold Valley Saloon tonight?
She threw her phone on the couch like it was a rabid varmint and took a step away from it, scrubbing her face with her hands. She couldn’t have this conversation. Not now. She couldn’t answer these questions she didn’t have an answer to.
There’s a very simple answer. It’s to get Bennett back.
She was a liar. Even her head was a liar. She certainly hadn’t made out with Luke in his truck to get Bennett back. She hadn’t...
She pressed a hand to her stomach. She had kissed him and had an orgasm.
She’d never had an orgasm before in her life.
She was a good girl. She had worked so hard to be a good girl. And to be everything that Vanessa wasn’t.
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