HOOKED ON YOU (Paradise Cove)

by Wilton, Patrice

  Would it stir her like Colt’s? Would it be as deliciously sweet, as enticing and exciting? She hadn’t expected to like Colt’s kisses quite so much. Oh, she knew they would be good, after all he’d had plenty of practice, but they were better than good. They were yummy, like a sweet, ripe peach. Decadent, and left you wanting more.

  She’d done the right thing by running off like that. Imagine if she’d stayed? Why, anything could have happened, and then what would she have done with poor Jack?

  Oh, why was she thinking of Colt right now? Jack had shown her a wonderful time. They’d had a lovely dinner, and he was looking at her like he’d enjoy kissing her too.

  Guilt made her voice sweeter than ever. “It really is so good to be here with you tonight. Maybe we should get the tab, then go for a stroll down the beach. Or have a nightcap in your room. What do you think?”

  He looked at her, his eyes lingering on her mouth. He stroked the stem of his wineglass, and she wondered how those hands would feel stroking her. “We could, but I have a feeling your mind might be elsewhere.”

  “Where else? I want to be with you.” She bobbed her head up and down. “I really do.” If she said it often enough, perhaps she could make it true.

  “You sure about that?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” She glanced away, and fiddled with the napkin in her lap. “I think.”

  He laughed. “You are delightful, you really are.” He put his hand over hers. “Relax. Enjoy your glass of wine. What happens later will unfold the way it should. Don’t try to plan it or think too much. Go with the flow.”

  Go with the flow. Easy for him to say. She was trying to embark on a journey she’d never taken before. A one-nighter with a guy she doubted she’d ever see again. Sex for the sake of sex. How unlike her!

  She took a sip from her Chardonnay and put the glass down. “You’re right. I always have to micromanage everything. That’s just my style. I’m not exactly what one would call spontaneous. But I do know that I want you to kiss me.”

  “Lean over.”

  “Right here?”

  “Sure. Why not?” He leaned across the table, and feeling kind of stupid she did the same. His lips brushed hers, but it wasn’t a real kiss. Not the kind she was looking for.

  “Thanks.” She licked her lips, feeling a little deflated.

  “You’re welcome.” His eyes lit up. “You finished with your dinner? You didn’t eat much.”

  “I know. The oysters filled me up.”

  “No one can get full on oysters. No matter how they dress them up.”

  She tossed her long hair off her shoulders. “Too many fish bites then. I ate almost three.”

  “You shared them with me.”

  “So I did.” She peeked at him. “They were good, weren’t they?”

  “Very good.”

  “Colt gave me the fish. It was yellowtail snapper.”

  “He’s a good friend to have. How long has he been divorced?”

  “I’m not sure. Not long. Less than a year, I think.”

  “You two date?”

  “No!” She laughed. “He’s got a slew of girlfriends, but no one special. Not looking either.”

  “That’s too bad.”

  “Why? It’s okay. He was married and it didn’t work out. He’s got his son, doesn’t need a wife.”

  “I guess.” His eyes never left her face, and she knew he could read her like a book. Everyone could. “What about you? No interest in tying the knot? Having a bunch of kids to cook for?”

  “Eventually.” Just the thought of it made her insides squeeze. She did want children. She loved Meri, and that little girl had shown her what she was missing. “No time for that right now. In a few years, perhaps.”

  “Don’t wait too long or the time may never be right.”

  “Isn’t that the church preaching to the choir?”

  His lips curled. “Touché. But a man can have a child at any age. I could be fifty, sixty. Makes no difference.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Not for me.”

  She laughed. “And there is something so immeasurably wrong with that!”

  They finished the rest of the wine, paid the bill and headed back to the cottages. It was such a beautiful night, and she didn’t want to end it just yet.

  When they reached her cabin, she glanced at Jack. “I really would love a walk on the beach. Will you join me?”

  “Of course.” They parked the car outside Rhapsody, kicked off their shoes, and headed for the shore. It was just half past eight, and the night sky was etched like a painting. Swirls of pink and mauve created a backdrop for the navy blue sea. A few stars had popped out in the sky, and there was still enough light to pick their way through the mangroves. The sand was soft and warm on their feet.

  She took his hand and they walked along the water’s edge. She could easily have walked for miles, but the silence grew between them. It was odd. Had it been Colt on this moonlight stroll, the banter would be easy. Yet, she wasn’t sure what to say to Jack. Or he to her. Earlier today she’d made a decision to sleep with him, but now she found that difficult to believe.

  “You okay?” he asked, sliding a hand around her waist and leading her back. “You got all quiet suddenly.”

  “Just thinking.”

  “You shouldn’t do that.” His hand dropped down to the curve of her ass. “It was a nice night. I want to make it even more special.”

  “Jack.” She moved slightly away. “I don’t think so.”

  He put his hands on her shoulder and pulled her toward him. She felt his chest against her own. His heart was beating fast. He was going to kiss her. And suddenly she didn’t want it anymore.

  “Kiss me, Taylor. Like you used to. It was good between us and can be again,” he whispered, his mouth on her neck.

  She squirmed, but he held her tighter. “Don’t fight it. Just enjoy it.”

  “I’m not into this. I’m sorry,” she whispered and tried to break free.

  He didn’t release her. “Come on, Taylor. Don’t play hard to get. You knew where this evening was going to lead. We’re not children anymore.”

  Before she could get her wits about her, his mouth claimed hers. She wrestled to get free, but he pulled her in closer.

  “Trust me,” Jack said, his hand rough at her breast. “You want this.” His mouth hardened across hers, demanding compliance.

  “No.” She became frantic, knowing now that she didn’t want it at all.

  He put his fingers in her hair at the back of her head, forcing her to accept his kiss. Jack was the kind of man who took what he wanted. But not this time.

  She wrenched her mouth free and stomped on his foot, pushing him away. Then she took off down the beach. She heard his amused laughter, but she kept running. Her scalp tingled from where he’d pulled her hair and her stomach rolled. Scrubbing her lips with the back of her hand, Taylor reviewed her dinner with Jack as she ran. How had she missed such a character flaw? Or maybe she hadn’t seen it because he rarely was told no.

  Her footsteps slowed, so she could catch her breath. Taylor glanced back down the beach, seeing Jack moving toward her in the fading light. How far would he go to get his own way?

  She wasn’t sticking around to find out. Her breath hitched and she took off again. Suddenly, someone stepped out from the mangroves by the path leading to Paradise Cove, blocking her way. Tears blurred her vision, and she used her fists to beat against a masculine chest.

  “It’s all right, Taylor. It’s me.”

  She stopped flailing and looked up, blowing hair from her eyes. “Colt! What are you doing here?”

  “I dropped Jamie off with his mom and came back to see you.” He gripped her loosely by the upper arms. “We have unfinished business.”

  “Oh, Colt! I’m so glad you’re here.”

  She hugged him tight and turned as Jack joined them on the sand. Eyes mocking, he asked, “You okay, Taylor?”

  “I am now.”
She clung to Colt. “I hope you’ll be leaving first thing in the morning.” Just looking at him made her sick. “Leave the key in the room.”

  “Whatever.” Jack seemed as if he wanted to say more, but seeing the possessive way Colt held her, he backed off. “Your loss.” With that he sauntered off.

  “Did he do anything to you?” Colt asked in angry, low tones. “You want me to go after him?”

  “No. He doesn’t matter. Stay with me.”

  “Always.” Colt folded her into his arms, and she wrapped herself around him, feeling safe and cared for. He kissed the top of her head. “Guess I don’t have to ask how your evening went.”

  She laughed. Then tears spilled out. “He thought buying me dinner meant he could do anything he wanted. And I didn’t want.”

  “I’m glad that you didn’t want to be with him.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, wiping away the tears. “I’m not going to say I told you so.”

  She smacked his arm, then smiled up at him. “You’re such an ass.”

  “And that’s all the appreciation I get?”

  “You can get one more thing.” She wrapped her arms around his back and lifted her face.

  His eyes danced. “And what’s that?”

  “One more kiss. Just one. I want to enjoy it this time.”

  And, oh, she did. His mouth took hers sweetly, and he kissed her with gentle tenderness. Her emotions were close to the surface and she feared she might fall apart. Her ribs felt tight, as if her heart had swelled.

  Colt rubbed her back, and stroked her as he would a child. It was a calming movement, not fraught with passion. She wasn’t sure which one she wanted more. She knew which one was better for her, in the long run.

  “I’m okay now. Walk me home?”

  “If you’re sure. Or we could sit here for awhile. The moon’s just come out. I want to be with you. Hold you. Make sure you’re all right.”

  “I am. Thanks to you.” Oh, she was so tempted, but tonight had too many highs and lows and she didn’t trust herself. Besides, she knew that with Colt she wouldn’t be able to hold back, and that fragile heart of hers might just crack.

  “You made the right choice. You should be with me instead.”

  She understood his meaning and set him straight. “As much as we want to, we can’t.” Her voice hitched. “If we made love it would change things between us, and neither of us want that. We’re such good friends, Colt. I think we should stay that way. Don’t you?”

  He glanced out to sea, his face equally as handsome to her as Jack’s, and didn’t answer right away. “It’s probably best. But is that what I want?” Colt looked at her, his blue eyes dark and shadowed in the moonlight. “No. I want the same thing Jack does. To do you everyway there is. I could get lost in you.”

  She swallowed hard, her body thrilling at the idea while her mind forced her to be realistic. “Then what?” Taylor removed her hand from his. “Like all the other girls, you’d leave me too?”

  He had no answer to that, and with her heart aching, she slowly walked away. She’d had such high hopes for a night of passion only to end up alone.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The next morning Jack’s car was gone and Taylor felt a sense of relief as she went into the cafe. She certainly did not want a guy like that, who thought he could buy anything or anyone he wanted. Heck, he probably thought he was doing her a favor. Relieving her boredom in this small island town. A dinner out, a hot night of sex. Lucky her.

  Yes, well, lucky her that Colt had come along. What if he hadn’t come back to check on her? Would Jack have forced the issue? She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t deny the fear in her body when he wouldn’t let her go and forced his kiss.

  Taylor found herself looking for Colt as she baked her muffins and croissants. With his admission that he wanted her physically, it was like Pandora’s box had been opened. The things they said to each other couldn’t be taken back. The thought of actually having sex with Colt had her insides doing cartwheels. She’d laid awake half the night thinking about it. She woke thinking of him with her pulse racing, her libido all worked up. She wanted him. She wanted to make a baby with him.

  Oh, dear God in Heaven. Where had that thought come from?

  Kayla called back an order, her engagement ring catching the light. “Two bacon quiche.”

  Her sister, with her own bun in her oven, emanated happiness. Everyday she grew more positive that this time she would carry the baby to full term. It had to happen. She was healthy and the doctors said there was no reason why she might lose this baby. She didn’t need bed rest, just not to over do it.

  Taylor would make sure that Kayla’s work schedule was light. She could always hire a local woman to help wait tables in the busy months. Having this baby was crucial to her sister’s happiness. Kayla might not rebound from another disappointment. Taylor couldn’t wait to be an aunt. If she was destined to be a spinster, at least she could spoil other people’s children.

  She plated the quiche and put everything on a tray for Kayla. The café had two of the four-person tables filled, and one of the two seaters. Two loners sat in the back outside area with their laptops. Where was Colt?

  “Juanita. When did you first fall in love with Miguel? Did you know all at once, or did it build slowly?”

  “Right away. We knew each other in school and he was my first real boyfriend.”

  “So, how long did you date?”

  “We married as soon as we finished school.” Juanita rinsed a mixing bowl and put it in the dishwasher. “He’s a good man, and good to me.”

  “Yes. You both are very lucky.” Taylor took the pan of chocolate almond croissants from the oven and left them on the counter to cool. She then added a tray of caramel apple breakfast pudding, which smelled so divine, nobody would be able to resist.

  Juanita was no help in matters of her heart. Brittany might be a better confident for this sort of thing. Taylor knew that her sister would advise her to do exactly what she was thinking. To enjoy what Colt offered and take it a day at a time. It was the encouragement she needed—and the permission she wanted.

  No guarantees, remember! That was Brittany to a T. She lived for the moment and with no regrets. It wasn’t a bad view on life. It just wasn’t her own.

  She was living her dream right now too. Taylor’s Cafe. The resort. Getting them both on financially solid ground. She had a three year plan. By then she’d only be thirty-three, and then she’d get serious about finding a husband and start having a houseful of kids.

  Three years before she got serious, which meant doing Colt might not be a bad idea. She could have all the sex she wanted while they remained friends. Perfect.

  “What are you smiling about?” Kayla asked as she and Juanita switched places. “Did your date with Jack go well?” Her hazel eyes glittered with excitement. “Will you be seeing him again? He’s really something, isn’t he?”

  “Yeah, he’s something all right.” Taylor checked the timer. Five more minutes. “A real jerk!”

  “What?” Kayla’s mouth fell open. “Taylor, honey, what happened?”

  “He came on kind of strong, and wasn’t taking no for an answer. We were walking the beach, and I ended up stomping on his foot to get him to release me.” She shivered at the memory.

  “Oh, hon, that’s awful. You poor thing. He is a jerk.”

  “I know. We had had a nice evening, and I thought I might sleep with him, but during the stroll I realized that I couldn’t go through with it.” She’d thought about each move they’d made over and over. “I didn’t lead him on.”

  “I’m sure you didn’t.” Kayla rubbed Taylor’s back. “He had no right to be forceful. You stepped on his foot?”

  “It frightened me, and I just reacted. Anyway, I dashed off and when I got back to Paradise Cove, Colt was on the beach looking for me.”

  “I think I need a cup of coffee.”

  Taylor poured them both a cup as she surveyed the t
ables. Juanita was clearing two that had just emptied, which left two folks finishing their quiche and the people out back. How much of this story did she want to share?

  “So tell me about Colt,” Kayla encouraged, sitting at the small bistro table. “I knew he was jealous the other day. Did he say anything?”

  Taylor took a sip of her coffee before answering. Kayla was the voice of reason, and as her older sister Taylor had always confided in her. Keeping her emotions a secret was not much of an option. Kayla knew when she was troubled and wouldn’t stop digging until she could help.

  “Colt admitted that he has a thing for me. Physically, at least. I’m attracted to him as well.” She lowered her eyes, looking for answers in her dark roast. “But he doesn’t do relationships. It’s too soon after his divorce, and he’s not ready for a second Mrs. Travis. Besides, I don’t have time to get romantically involved with anyone, let alone get married.” Taylor swept her gaze over the restaurant, avoiding her sister’s sympathy. “So basically, I told him we should remain friends.”

  “Uh-huh. What did he say to that?”

  “Said it was probably best, but I could tell he didn’t mean it.” Her throat closed.

  “And what about you?” Kayla tugged at Taylor’s shirt sleeve, demanding her attention. “Do you want to sleep with him?”

  Taylor, seeing that Juanita had everything under control, sank into the chair opposite her sister. “Yes, and no. I’m afraid, Kayla.” She looked into her sister’s eyes, hoping the answer would be there. “Do you think I could handle a casual affair, or would I wind up with a broken, bleeding heart?”

  Her sister wrapped both hands around her mug, maintaining eye contact. “That’s a difficult question that only you can answer.”

  “Oh, Kayla, I just don’t know. I’m very tempted. Couldn’t sleep last night thinking about it. I haven’t been with anyone since I moved here.” She blew out a frustrated breath. “It’s been over eighteen months. I really want to be with him. And he with me. It’s more than just physical attraction. We really like each other.”