Taming Clint Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [49]
When they returned to the ranch they were met by one of Clint’s men, who said one of the wranglers had been thrown and was being rushed to the emergency room. Clint immediately went into action. Telling Alyssa that he would call her later, he got into his truck and took off.
While waiting for him to return, Alyssa tried to do some work. She made notes on the proposal she would present to Clint and his siblings on the Web site design for the foundation.
Hours later, she stood and stretched her body. It was almost nine in the evening and Clint still hadn’t returned. Nor had he called. Chester had assured her the young man had only broken a few bones and should be okay. Alyssa truly hoped he would be.
She almost jumped when she heard the sound of her cell phone ringing. Picking it up, she smiled when she saw it was her aunt Claudine. She was glad it wasn’t Kim calling to harass her again. Her cousin hadn’t bothered calling her back after that night.
“Aunt Claudine? How are you?”
She hadn’t spoken to her aunt in a couple days so they spent the next hour or so catching up. When they finally ended their call, Alyssa decided to take a long and leisurely bubble bath.
A short while later after slipping into a T-shirt, she couldn’t help but recall the words Clint had spoken to her a week or so before.
I know the terms of the agreement and the only person who can renege on them is you. And if you ever decide to do so, you’re fully aware of where my bedroom is located. You are more than welcome to join me there at any time.
He had issued the invitation and now she intended to accept it. Walking out of her bedroom, she headed down the long hallway that led to the wing where Clint’s personal domain was located.
When he came home tonight she would there, waiting for him.
Clint entered his house thinking hospital chairs were murder on a person’s body. But at least Frankie would be okay. The kid was tough. He had a broken rib and collarbone to prove it. While at the hospital when he’d been trying so hard not to worry about Frankie, he allowed his mind to think about Alyssa. Clint hoped she hadn’t been waiting for him in his office as he had asked her. He glanced at the large shopping bag that he was carrying. A display at one of the hospital’s gift shops had reminded him that tomorrow was Valentine’s Day. It seemed like years since he had purchased a card or candy for a woman, but tonight he had bought something for Alyssa.
Deciding the first thing he needed to do was take a shower, he entered his bedroom. The moment he opened the door, he picked up Alyssa’s scent. A small table lamp provided a faint glow in the room and he quickly scanned the area. His breath caught in his chest when he saw Alyssa curled up in his bed.
He placed the gift bag in a chair and then went into the bathroom and closed the door to take a shower. She needed as much sleep as she could get now, because he fully intended to keep her awake for the rest of the night.
Alyssa was dreaming. Clint was in bed with her, caressing her stomach with his fingertips at the same time he was kissing her awake. But she refused to wake up for fear her fantasy dream would end.
“Alyssa.”
She heard his voice and smiled dreamily at the way he said her name. Dreams could seem so real at times, she thought….
“Wake up, sweetheart. I want you.”
And then she realized it wasn’t a dream. Alyssa felt Clint’s very real, hot breath caress the words against her lips. She forced her eyes open and found his eyes holding hers. She was immediately pulled into their dark depths.
“You’re home,” she whispered sleepily.
“Yes, I’m home,” he said.
And then he was kissing her with an intensity that shook her to the core, made her wet between the legs, filling her with a physical hunger that was just as intense as it had been the previous night. She became warm and tingly all over and she felt she was under some sort of sensual torture.
And then he pulled back from her lips and began using his tongue like he had last night—causing tiny little quivers to invade her body