Say You Want Me(5)


by Corinne Michaels

There are times when I miss my brother more than anything, and this is one of them. I wouldn’t be hugging this man right now. I’d be curled up on the couch—not pregnant—with my sister-in-law and brother. We’d have wine and talk about the boys and how I need to stop living like I’m twenty. Todd would grumble about how no one is good enough for me, but in the next breath, he would comment about how I will die alone if I don’t find someone halfway decent. It would’ve ended with us laughing and me falling asleep on the couch. I’d go get donuts in the morning, chat with Todd about the morning news, and then head home. I wish it were him I was hugging.

“You look great.” He smiles.

I feel like total shit. “Thanks. The place looks amazing!”

“We’re so happy here,” Presley says as she wraps her arm around Zach’s middle.

The last time I was here, the walls were going up and there was a constant stream of contractors. But this is gorgeous. The house is huge and overlooks the lake on Zach’s property. A massive wrap-around porch, adorned with Adirondack chairs, gives them the perfect view. It’s brand new, but the way they built it makes it appear as though it is meant to be here. I take it all in and feel happy for my friend. Regardless of what I’m going through, Presley deserves a life filled with everything she could want.

“It’s perfect. I—”

“Well, well.” It’s a voice I’d know anywhere. “If it isn’t Big City.”

Son of a bitch.

I turn and come face to face with the flashing smile, honey-colored eyes, and brown hair that I’ve dreamed of. Wyatt Hennington stands before me in a pair of fitted jeans and a black shirt, and he’s looking at me with heat in his gaze. Everything inside me clenches, especially my belly. God, he’s fucking hot. I fight leaping into his arms and remembering the way he kissed. A shiver runs down my spine as that night flashes back to me. Why does my body react this way to him?

He extends his hand so his fingers run against my cheek, just barely touching me. The skin burns as he trails to my lips. I stand like a statue, staring at him. He shouldn’t be able to render me speechless, but he does.

“Why are you here?” I ask with a touch of disappointment.

Wyatt Hennington holds me captive as he closes the small distance between us.

“You look beautiful, Angel.” The way his eyes intensify when he says that makes my heart stutter.

“Why don’t we go inside?” Presley saves me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Sounds great.”

“Come on, Auntie, I’ll show you my new room!” Cayden says, turning and running into the house and leaving Logan to trail behind.

Okay, so this isn’t what I planned, but then again nothing seems to be going my way. I can handle going inside, eating, and waiting for him to leave. Then, I can freak out. I have a little bit of time that I need to keep this to myself. A plan. I need a plan.

“Well, come on then,” Presley says, amusement clear in her voice.

“We’ll meet you in there,” Wyatt says, and I watch in shock as Presley and Zach go inside, closing the door behind them.

My jaw falls slack. I can’t be alone with him. I’m not ready to tell him anything. Although, that’s the damn reason I’m here. But not yet.

“I think I should go in . . .” I start to walk.

Wyatt’s fingers grip my arm, stopping me. “Talk to me for a second.”

I turn, look at his fingers, and back to his eyes. “There’s nothing to say.”

“How are you, Angel?”

“I’m wonderful. Thanks for asking. I’m going inside now.” I start to move away, but he holds tight.

It’s a mystery to me how he never married. From everything that Presley says, he’s a great man. He’s kind, loyal, considerate, clearly he’s hot, but he refuses to do any serious commitment. I often wonder how much of it is because of the fact that he was in love with my sister-in-law. He spent his entire life loving her and watching her love his brother.

She and I have spoken at length about it. Her heart broke when he told her all those years ago how he felt. They’ve been best friends since they were little, and they still are, but she never returned his affections. Wyatt is the man who pushed Zach back into her arms. He loved her so much, he let her go.

“Don’t be like that.” He rubs his thumb across my wrist.

I can’t believe this is happening right now. I thought I’d have a day or two before I saw him. Clearly that isn’t the case. I barely mustered the courage to tell Presley, now I have to figure out a way to tell him. Fuck my life.

“I just want to go inside, Wyatt. I really need to talk to Presley.” I whine the last part. If I can get away from him, I can get my head on straight. I’m only here for a few days. I figured we would talk for like five minutes before I left, and then I could be on my merry way.

“Well, I think we should talk about the last time you were here.” His voice drops an octave lower.

“I don’t think there’s a point.” I pull my hand back.

I bite back the words about how the last time I was here, our “talking” altered the course of our lives.

“I think there is.”

“What would you like to talk about, Wyatt?”

“We could skip the talking if you’d prefer. I’m sure Presley and Zach wouldn’t mind having their house to themselves.” He grabs my wrist again and pulls me close. “And you can try to come on to me again. Only this time, I won’t fight you so much.”

Bastard.

“I think you’re confused.” I was not the chaser, he was. “You wanted me the minute you saw me. You watched every time I bent over, you couldn’t help yourself, could you?” The heat between us just rose about a hundred degrees. “You wanted me, Wyatt Hennington. You were the one who was too busy trying to charm me. I was here for my friend, and you made it your job to bed me.”

Our mouths are mere inches apart. It would be so easy to kiss him. The desire we both have eclipses any anger or frustration sitting below the surface. All that surrounds us is this. I breathe him in. The heat ripples off his body. A body that I know is solid and damn near perfect.

Kiss me, Wyatt.

No. I don’t want that. It’s the damn hormones.