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“Oh, babe. I don’t think there’s any doubt in your mind that’s what you want. You’re just acting all tough, but I know what you want.” The minty scent of his breath fanned her face as he spoke. “But if you want to play hard to get, I’m not above throwing you over my shoulder and locking you in my truck until I pack your shit.”
She shouldn’t be this turned on by his words, but she was. The thought of him throwing her over his shoulder should horrify her, but her panties were soaked from the mere thought of him being so primal, so possessive.
“What’s it going to be, babydoll?” he asked, running his nose along her cheek while placing his hands on her hips.
Without thinking, Skylar placed her hands on his shoulders and just let herself be in the moment. She felt the brush of his beard against her cheek, his hot breath on her neck. His hands on her hips were strong but yielding. He may be forcing her to move out of her hotel room and in with him, but lord help her, she wanted that.
“Give me fifteen minutes?” she whispered; her voice breathy. Needy.
“Ten,” he retorted, nipping her earlobe before backing up and sitting on her bed.
He didn’t bother hiding the bulge in his pants, prominent against the denim of his jeans. Instead, he gripped the edge of the mattress, white knuckles prominent against the black bed runner, looking as if he were ready to pounce.
“Tick tock, sweetheart,” he grinned cheekily at her.
She rushed, quickly gathering her items and putting them into her bags. She didn’t have much unpacked since they had just gotten back from Vegas, but she wanted to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
With two minutes to spare, she had her bags stacked by the door, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed at Dyllan as he scrolled through his phone. A light sheen of sweat crossed her forehead from rushing to get everything done on time.
“Well?” she asked, not trying to hide the irritation in her voice.
He looked up and smirked before standing, sliding his phone into the front pocket of his jeans. “Good job, babydoll.” He strolled to her and kissed her on her forehead before grabbing her bags and heading out the door.
“That’s it? Good job?” Skylar threw her purse over her shoulder and locked up behind her as she rushed to follow him down the outdoor stairs to the parking lot.
“Yup.” He didn’t slow down as he turned and made his way to his truck.
“I’ll meet you there; I need to check out,” she said as she stopped, crossing her arms back over her chest.
“Already done,” he grunted as he opened the rear door to his truck and threw her bags in.
“What? What do you mean it’s already done? I hadn’t even agreed to go with you!” Skylar couldn’t help how her voice raised, or her body stopped in its tracks.
The audacity of this man!
“I knew you’d come around,” he said, closing the truck door and facing her.
“I have to pay.”
“Already taken care of.”
They stared at each other, frustration and sexual tension building between them as they had their stare down in the middle of the Logan Creek Inn parking lot.
“Aargh!” she exclaimed as she stomped her foot and strode to the passenger side of his truck.
“Infuriating, arrogant, self-centred, egotistical jerk!” She huffed as she climbed into his truck.
“Sorry, what was that, wife?” Dyllan asked with a smile from behind the wheel. “Were you professing your love for me, dear?”
“Dear? Professing love? You wish.” She refused to look at him; instead, she found buckling her seatbelt a fascinating adventure. “Quite the opposite, actually.”
He chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, which only infuriated her even more.
How can he think this is funny? Nothing about this is funny!
As the blocks flew by in a blur, Skylar found herself more curious about what sort of place Dyllan had. She imagined him somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. He was definitely a lumberjack by the red and black checkered flannel he was wearing. She could see him behind a log cabin chopping wood. His muscles straining as he lifted the axe overhead, bringing it down quickly, splitting a log into two.
Lumbersnack at its finest.
