To Claim a Wilde (Wilde In Wyoming Book 6) by Kimberly Kaye Terry Read Free Book Online Page A

him, exposed, with nothing more than the thin silk sheet of his bed covering her body.
    She could still see the look in his vivid blue eyes as he stood there, cock hard against his thighs, taking in every part of her body, making her wet before they’d even begun...
    She drew in a swift breath. Even though she had tried to bury it, pretend it hadn’t happened, her subconscious was always there to remind her. Like clockwork. For seven years. It would wake her up occasionally with very vivid dreams reminding her...that she’d wanted
so
much more.
    Her breath caught in her throat; unconsciously, she held it for a fraction longer than normal.
    He just stood there, staring at her, his look completely unreadable, and again she wondered...had she not even made an impression on him?
    “I can wait. I mean, I can wait until he gets back. It’s no biggie,” she began, rambling, just trying to get it out without making a complete ass of herself as she began to walk backward. “I mean it
is
a biggie, it’s my family. I just meant—”
    “I know what you meant.”
    She exhaled the breath and slowly dragged in another; his unique scent, familiar after seven years, rushed over her. It hadn’t changed. Just as he hadn’t.
    Her eyes fluttered, partially closing, and she stumbled slightly, unsteady and shaky.
    Canton moved as though to steady her, his fingers barely making contact with her elbow.
    With just that one touch, a barely there touch really, a thousand memories washed over her.
    Her hand reached out to touch the slight stubble on his lean cheek, unknowingly making the contact, and his hand covered hers. His jaw was rough with a few days’ worth of growth.
    She remembered the feel of his jaw against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh...
    His nostrils flared as she held his glance. His face lowered as though to kiss her, and it snapped her out of her odd trance.
    Embarrassed, Naomi recoiled as though he had struck her, her hand falling away from the shocking contact.
    A flood of heat flushed her cheeks and she glanced up to see his face had lost the temporary softening and again the unreadable expression was stamped across his handsome features.
    “Well, you’re stuck with me. And if I were you, someone needing a
favor
, I would be a lot more...amiable.” The words mild, but the delivery, his expression and tone, were hard, impossibly so. And they hit hard, just the way he intended them to, she knew.
    It felt as though he’d doused her with cold water. Naomi nearly recoiled again, feeling his rejection as though it were a physical thing. She barely stopped herself in time.
    The look in his eyes wasn’t dislike. It wasn’t pleasant, either.
    It was neutral. As though he didn’t care one way or the other what her decision was.
    Amiable? What did he mean by that?
    Naomi composed herself and placed a calm expression upon her own face, striving for some level of professionalism. Fine. If he could do it, so could she. Besides, she’d only come here for her family.
    She’d make a deal with the devil if she had to, to help her parents out.
    She made eye contact with Canton again.
    He’d shoved the cowboy hat he’d been wearing just the tiniest fraction farther down, as though purposely trying to hide his face from her.
    His eyes peered at her, and though his face was shadowed, the hard lines of his squared jaw tightened and for a moment she felt his anger.
    She shuddered.
    She had to be imagining things. He probably didn’t even remember her, much less be angry about something that happened so long ago. It had been seven years ago, and the encounter fleeting.
    Wasn’t nothing to trip about, she affirmed within her own mind.
He
wasn’t anyone to trip over.
    A voice in the back of her mind laughed, mocking her. She brushed it aside. Forcefully. As had become her custom whenever it reared its ugly head.
    Either way, the way things were turning out, that might just be what she’d be doing: making a deal with the