by Susan Arden
“I’ve had to learn. I’m a jack of many trades and wear more than a few hats. Not that I’m complaining. Ranching is a team effort. My brother Miller is equally up on technology. He doesn’t live on the ranch but works in the office, part-time dealing with the paperwork. My other brother Stephen is also part-time. By part-time I mean they take weeks off, here and there, to pursue other interests.”
“Sounds like you all give each other space.”
“We do and it can’t be helped. The ranch is spread out and we’ve all found what we’re good at. It’s why we’ve stayed.”
That’s what Carolina longed to find. She was good at what she did. But so far, she had not found a place where she felt at home. By the time Sam was ready to throw the bouquet, there’d been dancing and entertainment. Yet, cloistered in their own little microcosm, both Carolina and Matt had remained sequestered. A private corner of the ballroom at a table draped in linen, swathed in candlelight, and their own bottle of champagne.
Early on, Matt had removed the other chairs. Each time someone approached their table, they looked up in surprise but refused to be distracted. They chatted for hours, totally engrossed in conversation. She told him things about her work. Trials and tribulations of what it was like to work as a woman in her field with a mobile lab. He seemed to be genuinely impressed that she worked out of a van. In turn, Matt shared the love of the land and what it meant to be a rancher in Texas. It was like they could see through each other’s eyes. As if they’d known one another for years.
“How about a dance? I’d like to take you for a spin around the floor.” Matt stood and held out his hand. His collar was unbuttoned, his jacket off, and his sleeves were rolled up.
Carolina had removed her gloves, but the rest of her ensemble was intact. She started to refuse. “Oh, I don’t know.”
“It’s a dance, Carolina. Nothing nefarious.”
That brought a tiny quirk to her lips. “Is my cynical nature showing?” A resurgence of longing, beyond sexual, was heightened by this connection that they shared. It was easy to laugh with Matt and be herself, and she wanted to say ‘yes.’
“You can trust me. This evening, I haven’t done anything outlandish, nor do I plan on it. One dance and I won’t step on your toes.” Matt suddenly halted and glanced over his shoulder.
A handful of bright red nails crept around his bicep. Then a woman in an elegant navy lace gown appeared. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m thinking, later on tonight. In your room here in the hotel.”
“I’m all tapped out,” he said pleasantly, retreating a step. The woman, who had to be in her late thirties, followed not letting go of him.
“I don’t believe that for a second. Take this.” From an expensive clutch, the woman took a business card and pushed it into Matt’s shirt pocket. “You don’t even have to whistle. Text me, handsome.” She laughed and sauntered away.
Matt turned to Carolina and shook his head. “Well, now I’m truly ready for that dance.”
“How nice. I’m sure if you hurry, you can catch her.” Fuming, Carolina picked up her gloves and purse. “Our chat has been extremely enlightening, Mr. McLemore. I can see you’ve got other people to attend to and I don’t want to stand in the way of your hot date.”
Matt laughed. “What are you talking about. I don’t know that woman. This is the first time I’ve set eyes on her.”
“Right. Do I look like I was born yesterday?” Carolina tried to edge past him but he took hold of her elbow.
“I don’t melt every time a woman throws herself at me.”
“Well, this woman isn’t about to throw herself at you. I’ve complied with your request to have a talk, shared my insights, and don’t need to hear any excuses on how you plan to spend the rest of your evening. Good night, Mr. McLemore.” She bolted toward the ballroom exit.
Strange gazes from her cousins weren’t enough to stop her hasty retreat. Instead of speaking or explaining, she held up her hand, warning them off as she rushed by. Two more feet, and she’d be free. The lobby was right there and Carolina picked up her pace, almost running. Before she made it to the large ornate doorway, strong fingers clamped around her arm. The pressure made her whirl around.
“Stop, Carolina. Stop running away,” Matt growled.
She glared up into his handsome face and demanded, “Let. Me. Go.”
“Why? Has your ability to bolt ever gotten you what you’ve really wanted? Other than the last word.” The look in Matt’s eyes was hot enough to liquefy steel.
“Is this how you get your dates?” she hissed, her fingers balling up.
“We aren’t through talking or otherwise.”
Even though standing here was like being set on fire, Carolina smiled. “For tonight we are.”
It was ridiculous that one man could get her this riled up. Not only was she spitting mad, but a sharp sting hit the back of her eyes. If she started to cry, Matt would never see her as a professional. Even if he was right about running, so far it was her game plan. Old habits die hard! In an effort to bolt, Carolina jerked her arm—not that he let go.
“All I’m asking for is ten seconds,” Matt said, holding both of her arms now. “If you’d care to take a look, you can see for yourself. That woman is doing the same thing to every man in the place.”
It was hard to nod, but Carolina did. Afterwards, she spun around. Oh dear. It was true. The woman had had too much to drink and was making the ‘rounds.’
Carolina spluttered, “I’m…”
“Yes?” Matt prompted. “Besides a professional.”
She gave a little shake of her head. “Okay, I’m moderately uptight and very sorry.”
“Caro, being uptight doesn’t bother me. It’s who you are. I’m not some dog who wants to do you in a back alley. Trust me, when I say, I respect you. Very, very much.”
There was no greater aphrodisiac. She relaxed, leaning into Matt. “I owe you a dance and more.” Their eyes met, neither looked away. She knew he wanted to kiss her and still she couldn’t stop either of them from where this was headed.
“How much more?” he asked.
Her mouth went dry. “I’m not sure.”
“Come with me.”
Matt guided, not back into the ballroom but out into the lobby. When he bypassed the bank of elevators, she no longer feared whatever was coming next had jumped the rails.
“Where are we going?” she whispered.
He softly laughed. “Hush, Carolina.”
She allowed him to pull her to a hall. At the end, there was a doorway marked as the ‘business center.’ “You’re a strange, strange man, Mr. McLemore.”
Matt pushed inside. Of course, it was empty. He shut the door and didn’t let her go. “What are we doing here?” she asked.
“It isn’t to send a fax,” he said, locking the door. “But it’s your decision.”
“Is it?” Carolina knew she should protest but that’s not what her body desired. Instead, she leaned closer to Matt unable to stop herself. Not even when his hands bracketed her hips could she back away. It was a sexy, masculine move and she laid her palms over his large hands.
Just like the first time they’d touched, their connection was so very powerful. Dressed in a gown and heels, Carolina had the urge to climb this man as if he were a jungle gym. She shifted her face and scraped her cheek against the rough surface of his jaw. His mouth seared against her temple. He kissed a path, downward to her neck. His breath a heatwave moving over her skin, hotter with every exhalation.
“What do you want? From me?” she whispered.
“To start, I want to kiss your lips until they’re swollen and red. Afterward, I’d strip that dress off your shoulder.” Matt’s words crept past Carolina’s defenses and smoothed her ragged feelings into warm caramel.
“And then?” she asked, staring into the eyes of a man she wanted to get to know on several levels.
“Slowly, at great length, I’d
touch and taste every inch of your skin.” His hands and the heat of his body saturated Carolina to the core until she melded to him, clinging as though she might collapse if he let go.
Her heart was going to blow up in her chest. Never had she been so near to something this explosive. And Matt held the key.
Carolina’s desire liquefied and screamed for release. “But what about Monday?”
“It’s two days off. Let’s go up to my room. We’re both adults. We both want this.”
Matt’s mouth parted her lips. His tongue followed suit as he kissed her, taking what he wanted in an exquisite, passionate dance of tongue and lips. The air rushed from her lungs. Their kiss was both rough and raw, in short absolutely delicious. For the first time, Carolina was so close to imploding.
She clung to him, aching and longing, awash with piping hot desire. His kisses where driving her to think the unthinkable. Tonight, the all-too-familiar cold iron wall didn’t encase her desire. With Matt, she wanted to let go. How their bodies fit made Carolina forget the reasons why they couldn’t go up to his room. Her desire sweltered and grew. Never had a man turned her on so much.
On fire, she groaned, “You’re playing unfair. Tempting me. Making it impossible to think. I don’t know anymore.”
“Our deal doesn’t have to start until you come to Texas.” He was the devil speaking to her dark desire.
Matt’s warm, wet mouth on her neck scattered her thoughts. He sucked the tender place right above Carolina’s shoulder, making her gasp, her senses reel. A pressure point driving her into submission.
She wanted to throw back her head and scream, let go, and stop thinking. Matt’s body was hard and demanding. The Aramis cologne he wore smelled incredible. She’d been good for too long. Was it so wrong?
Her thoughts shifted like cards thrown up into a gale force wind.
Lost, she murmured, “Our deal?” Knocked for a loop, she couldn’t remember much for a second, or two.
Matt cupped her chin and raised it. He swept the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. His heat burned into her. The intensity in his eyes wrung the sanity from her warped brain and she nodded. “That’s right, our contract.”
That’s right. She was supposed to be a professional. God, she almost hated the sound of that word.
“Aw, don’t frown, Carolina. Just tell me what you want?”
He was making it seem so simple. She traced a finger along Matt’s lower lip. How could one man’s mouth feel so powerful? “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Baby, let’s go upstairs.”
“Upstairs?” she echoed, running a finger down Matt’s carved torso to his engorged erection. A bolt of raw excitement shot straight to her sex. He was built for pleasure. Her pleasure. The Earth wasn’t just moving, it spun full-tilt.
Matt cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushed across the cups of her gown, making her nipples spring to life. Her stomach muscles contracted and she writhed as if ensnared in a trap.
“Carolina, we could be naked. In bed,” he whispered.
If he made her feel this undone fully dressed, what would happen when they were naked in a hotel room? A searing thought lurched and took hold, burning through her mind like a red-hot poker. Pretend girlfriend! Their official job contract might not begin until Monday, but she couldn’t face him and act unaffected if they went to bed. Not in how he engulfed her in singeing flames. He was the first man who made her want to combust from passion. He was also her soon-to-be boss!
Carolina’s whole body wanted to rear up in protest. This over-the-top desire of theirs wouldn’t just stop on command. If anything, it’d get hotter, harder to resist. She kept seeing herself splayed on top of some computer desk at his ranch and someone walking in, witnessing their madness. Because that was what this felt like. She needed to keep her cool, starting now! Keep her distance to get the job done, then afterwards ... That made sense. With a plan in place, the scales started to tip, her sense of control resurfaced.
“We can’t continue in here. Matt, we’ve got to stop.” She pushed him back, gaining an inch or two between their bodies.
He didn’t release her. Only lifted his head a bit and said, “In here or this?”
“Both,” she breathed. “What we want isn’t possible. The timing is wrong. You need my help. Well, I need yours, too. I need to find out what to do with my life besides settle. All this, isn’t helping me decide. It’s only getting in the way.”
Matt leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “This isn’t a lifetime commitment. Just one night, sugar.”
Of all the words possible to utter, he’d chosen those three. Was this karma or fate, or goddamn destiny? Really, it didn’t matter. Carolina had a job to do and do it, she would. Nothing and no one would stand in her way to help her client—not even said client!
She shook her head. “McLemore, I’m not looking for forever, but I’ve already had too many just one nights.” She failed to mention all those just-one-nights happened with the same man. Instead, she said, “I can’t. I just can’t sleep with you.”
Matt stiffened. He was as rigid as a plank of carved wood.
His face became hard. Human chiselled marble. “So, it’s turn me on and then turn me off? Carolina, I’m not a robot. It’s been months since I’ve dated a woman, if it matters. You’ve got me so worked up—”
“Please, I know. But it wasn’t my intent.”
Matt let go of her. He didn’t retreat but tunneled his fingers through his hair, heaving a lungful of air. “You’re stronger than me. A helluva lot, stronger. Playing the part of my pretend girlfriend should be a cakewalk for you, Dr. Rodriguez. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me, and to think, I’m the jackass who suggested it. Guess from your vantage point, I’m getting my just deserts.”
“Please,” she whispered, wanting to tell him why a one-night stand wasn’t in her wheelhouse. “That isn’t it.”
“Oh no? Ya could’ve fooled me, darlin’.” Matt squeezed her waist and left without another word.
Chapter Seven
Matt watched the cloud of dust pick up after the Honda Accord sped toward the ranch house. Carolina was finally here. On his land, on his terms, yet he hardly felt as if he were in control. Matter of fact ever since they’d talked, then shared that kiss, he had been unable to fully concentrate. At will, the memory resurfaced in his mind. Before he’d left Miami himself, they should’ve talked face-to-face. For the last day and a half, it was like his skin no longer fit. His mother had accused him of being out of sorts. If she only knew the extent.
Well, his mom along with his whole family would, soon enough. He pressed his knees into his horse and trotted across the pasture. Being suave wasn’t a skill Matt had acquired at any of the schools he had attended. Each time he thought about talking with Carolina, a sweltering hunger coursed in his veins and obliterated sane ideas.
He had figured that a couple of days back at Evermore would do the trick. Lessen the connection that jarred his thoughts, whenever an image of that woman suddenly filled his idiot imagination. So far, no luck on that one.
His only recourse was to keep searching for an answer. He’d come from a long line of silent, brooding men. McLemore ranchers weren’t chatterboxes. He and his brothers were lucky to get more than a grunt from their father. Not that he was much different. Matt kept her bottled up inside him. A woman as beautiful as Carolina would be easy to get lost with, both in mind and in the flesh.
Since returning from Miami, he had opted to commit to outbuilding repairs, cutting wood for fence posts, and drilling post holes in order to avoid thinking about Carolina. This morning, he’d called before her flight departed, but she hadn’t answered her phone. By nine a.m., the Wi-Fi had gone out; but an hour ago, he’d gotten a text confirming her arrival.
Her driver drove as if late for an appointment. Matt pushed his quarter horse from a cantor into a gallop as the Accord crossed the cattle guard. Carolina
had refused to let him pick her up at the airport. He clenched his jaw, unable to comprehend her decision to hire a driver instead of letting him meet her properly. How a man ought to pick up his girl. Pretend or not.
Carolina’s only compromise was agreeing to use one of his cars while she was here if she felt the need. He had earmarked the Range Rover. It was the most versatile. But if she had other ideas, she’d have the pick of whatever car she wanted to drive. There were enough vehicles on the ranch, no one ever walked anywhere. There were golf carts, dirt bikes, four wheelers, tractors, Jeeps, and then streetcars galore, not to mention their own gas pump. And then again, if she wanted to, she could go by horse.
They might be on the rudimentary side when it came to Wi-Fi, but not when it came to wheels.
Yards from the Accord, Matt couldn’t get a clear view of Carolina as she exited and went to stand at the trunk. That irritated him, too. It was like barbwire was strung along his sense of humor and into his sense of belonging, which this land and ranch—for all the work and intense focus they required—had unquestionably yielded, time and time, again.
Dr. Carolina Rodriguez had a real way of going from nobody to a somebody in days, wreaking havoc on his sanity. He pressed his lips together. Of course, that traffic stopping body of hers and how she tasted when they’d kissed also was part of Matt’s inability to concentrate of late.
Once inside the white-fenced corral on the side of his parents’ house, Matt swung down off his horse. He dusted himself off as he shut the gate.
“You weren’t joking when you said your ranch was big.” Carolina smiled, setting a bag on the ground. She shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand and gazed up at him. “Evermore is absolutely breathtaking.”
She was breathtaking. He took Carolina in—or tried to. She wore a modest skirt, blouse, and heels. Not like the outfits his mom and sister wore when they gallivanted around the airport. The warm breeze swept up her floral fragrance. He wanted to lean over and kiss her again, brush his lips over her mouth and slowly taste her sweetness.