To Claim a Wilde (Wilde In Wyoming Book 6) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Kimberly Kaye Terry
notice, made her smile brighten just that much more and her confidence kick up another notch.
“Well, if I can’t buy you a drink, how about a dance?” he asked, grin still in place on his
fine
face.
The thought of being that close to Canton, his unique scent washing over her, brought a fresh rash of goose bumps slithering over her entire body.
Naomi was hopeful yet nervous of what
might
be...
She made a promise to herself right then that before the night was over, if she had her way, they’d be doing a lot more than dancing.
Naomi nodded and smiled, meeting his hot blue stare, his eyes searching hers for what, she had no clue. She drew in a ragged breath as she held his gaze before she placed her small hand within his much larger one.
As he led her to the dance floor, she gave no protest when he drew her body close, so
tight
...she felt the length of his hardness, his girth against her stomach. She swallowed. Oh, my...
As he wrapped his strong, muscled arms around her slim waist, without thought or hesitation Naomi brought her hands up to rest on his hips, her fingers casually twisting around the loops of his belt while her head rested against his rock-hard chest.
The beat of his heart strummed strongly, deeply, against her ear. Even his heartbeat was purely masculine.
Hypnotic.
She allowed her eyes to drift close.
Chapter 3
Seven years later
C anton Wilde leaned back against the antique brass railing surrounding the wraparound porch, crossed his big booted feet one over the over, and observed the woman he’d been watching for over fifteen minutes.
His attention was fixed, unwavering on the woman. With little thought to the brisk air besides lifting the collar of his worn plaid shirt, Canton continued his observation of her. She appeared to be in the midst of fighting a losing battle with the seat belt inside her old Jeep. Even though he was a distance away, Canton could clearly
feel
her irritability.
A chuckle erupted from his mouth.
He shoved away from the railing.
Canton wasn’t sure if it was the surprise of his own chuckle, one he admitted, if only to himself, was a rare thing to hear. Or if it was the sight of the woman as she finally emerged from the Jeep that made him catch his breath and push away. Once he got a good look, his Wilde instinct kicked in...it was more of the latter than the first.
He narrowed his eyes and leaned back again, at an angle that placed him away from her line of vision should she glance his way.
Damn if he even knew what in hell had made him stop in the first place. He’d intended to grab something to eat and a beer at the end of the day, tired as hell and pissed off at the latest load of crap he’d had to deal with from Cyrus White, the representative from the Rolling Hills Corporation, a task he detested.
His older brother, Tiber, who like him and his siblings was part owner of Wilde Oil Enterprises, was also the family lawyer. Tiber was the Wilde who dealt with the other bigwigs, execs and lawyers alike.
Tiber
was the sophisticated Wilde. The Wilde who dealt with the likes of snakes such as Cyrus without wanting to wring his narrow-ass neck. Something Canton wished like hell to do. But he promised Tiber he’d refrain.
Tiber was all the things Canton was not. Refined, tactful when need be, when dealing with other corporate types. A fact Canton was immensely happy about.
Until he’d had to take over for his brother.
He bit out a curse.
Tiber was out of country at the moment, so the job of acting CEO fell to Canton. He’d much rather be out on one of their oil rig sites with the men, overseeing the drill or working on one of the rigs right alongside them as he was known to do on occasion. Somewhere he’d be right now had he not had to fill in for his brother.
Being in the field with the men was much better than behind some damn desk dealing with corporate America.
If Canton had his way, he’d have nothing to do with either Cyrus or Rolling Hills. Neither
“Well, if I can’t buy you a drink, how about a dance?” he asked, grin still in place on his
fine
face.
The thought of being that close to Canton, his unique scent washing over her, brought a fresh rash of goose bumps slithering over her entire body.
Naomi was hopeful yet nervous of what
might
be...
She made a promise to herself right then that before the night was over, if she had her way, they’d be doing a lot more than dancing.
Naomi nodded and smiled, meeting his hot blue stare, his eyes searching hers for what, she had no clue. She drew in a ragged breath as she held his gaze before she placed her small hand within his much larger one.
As he led her to the dance floor, she gave no protest when he drew her body close, so
tight
...she felt the length of his hardness, his girth against her stomach. She swallowed. Oh, my...
As he wrapped his strong, muscled arms around her slim waist, without thought or hesitation Naomi brought her hands up to rest on his hips, her fingers casually twisting around the loops of his belt while her head rested against his rock-hard chest.
The beat of his heart strummed strongly, deeply, against her ear. Even his heartbeat was purely masculine.
Hypnotic.
She allowed her eyes to drift close.
Chapter 3
Seven years later
C anton Wilde leaned back against the antique brass railing surrounding the wraparound porch, crossed his big booted feet one over the over, and observed the woman he’d been watching for over fifteen minutes.
His attention was fixed, unwavering on the woman. With little thought to the brisk air besides lifting the collar of his worn plaid shirt, Canton continued his observation of her. She appeared to be in the midst of fighting a losing battle with the seat belt inside her old Jeep. Even though he was a distance away, Canton could clearly
feel
her irritability.
A chuckle erupted from his mouth.
He shoved away from the railing.
Canton wasn’t sure if it was the surprise of his own chuckle, one he admitted, if only to himself, was a rare thing to hear. Or if it was the sight of the woman as she finally emerged from the Jeep that made him catch his breath and push away. Once he got a good look, his Wilde instinct kicked in...it was more of the latter than the first.
He narrowed his eyes and leaned back again, at an angle that placed him away from her line of vision should she glance his way.
Damn if he even knew what in hell had made him stop in the first place. He’d intended to grab something to eat and a beer at the end of the day, tired as hell and pissed off at the latest load of crap he’d had to deal with from Cyrus White, the representative from the Rolling Hills Corporation, a task he detested.
His older brother, Tiber, who like him and his siblings was part owner of Wilde Oil Enterprises, was also the family lawyer. Tiber was the Wilde who dealt with the other bigwigs, execs and lawyers alike.
Tiber
was the sophisticated Wilde. The Wilde who dealt with the likes of snakes such as Cyrus without wanting to wring his narrow-ass neck. Something Canton wished like hell to do. But he promised Tiber he’d refrain.
Tiber was all the things Canton was not. Refined, tactful when need be, when dealing with other corporate types. A fact Canton was immensely happy about.
Until he’d had to take over for his brother.
He bit out a curse.
Tiber was out of country at the moment, so the job of acting CEO fell to Canton. He’d much rather be out on one of their oil rig sites with the men, overseeing the drill or working on one of the rigs right alongside them as he was known to do on occasion. Somewhere he’d be right now had he not had to fill in for his brother.
Being in the field with the men was much better than behind some damn desk dealing with corporate America.
If Canton had his way, he’d have nothing to do with either Cyrus or Rolling Hills. Neither
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