Doing It Over (Most Likely To #1)(85)

Wyatt sighed and eased up his efforts.

And Melanie was smiling. It felt so good to laugh and forget, even for a few minutes.

“You have a beautiful smile,” he whispered.

“Says the man with dimples.”

He flashed them and Melanie felt her entire body relax. When Wyatt released her hands, she lifted one to his face and brought it closer to hers.

The taste of him was becoming familiar, the feel of him missed when he wasn’t beside her. The need for him, in these quiet moments that didn’t happen often enough, was something Melanie was finding hard to live without.

Wyatt kept his full weight off of her as he sank deeper into the kiss. His tongue darted around hers until he found the spot he wanted to explore longer. There was no hurry in his pursuit as he heated her body from the inside out.

Melanie wiggled one of her legs out from under his and wrapped him close.

The fully clothed, full-on make out session on the couch hadn’t been something Melanie had experienced in over a decade. Although the weight of Wyatt’s erection teased her, he made no move to remove her clothes. He kissed her breathless, then moved to tease her ear and neck with his tongue.

She, however, didn’t have the same restraint. The space between his shirt and his jeans became her playground. The edges of her fingernails ran up and down his back, the motion of her hips providing some contact.

Melanie forced her lips away from a never-ending kiss. “I need you inside me.”

Instead of saying anything, he pushed into her, captured her lips, and didn’t let her breathe.

The constant pressure on her core, the movement of his hips, was doing the job. The beat of her heart sped with his against her chest, the angle of his hips shifted and pressed closer. It wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough to taste the edges of an orgasm.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” he hushed her, rode her fully clothed, and she came.

Her frame trembled and her mind went blank.

Wyatt released her then, pulling her to her feet. “C’mon,” he said against her hair. “I’m not done yet.”

“That was crazy,” she managed once they were in his room, the door closed.

“And fun,” he said as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders.

She leaned against the door and watched him undress. His confidence in his nudity was absolute.

Once he kicked the last of his clothing free, he stood tall, a cocky smile on his face. “What are you waiting for, woman?”

Good question.





Wyatt used his time staying at the inn to map out the project Miss Gina planned. What started out as a space for her was starting to look more and more like a guest house to accommodate Melanie and Hope.

When he questioned the woman, she just shrugged and told him something else she wanted the place to have. Two bathrooms, maybe a kitchen after all.

“You’re suggesting I build a second house.”

“You can do it, can’t ya?”

He lifted his hands to the large home behind them. “You already have a big house.”

She waved him off and walked inside.

Wyatt moved on with the project, happy with the distraction.

Melanie was in the kitchen, determined to master a few meals with the aid of a microwave, she told him. The fact that she was on the phone with Zoe while doing so made him laugh.

Hope had moped around the backyard for a good hour, complaining about being bored and the itch inside her cast. It didn’t help that it was in the high eighties with a fair amount of humidity usually reserved for the South.

He thought he heard the sound of a car on the gravel, and was confirmed when Melanie poked her head out the back door. “I think it’s your dad,” she told him.

“I’ll be right there.”

He left his notepad on an outside table, wiped his feet, and walked through the main hall of the house right as Hope was running down the stairs.

“Careful. You don’t want to break your other arm.”

She laughed as she fled through the front door.

Melanie’s gaze was fixed and a little troubled.

Hope screamed, laughed, and screamed again.

When Wyatt looked to see what the fuss was about, he stared.

“For me?” Hope yelled as she ran down the steps of the inn.

“Well he isn’t for me.” William opened the back door of his rental car and out ran a four-legged, panting bundle of energy that pounced on Hope with oversize paws and a pink tongue.

Hope attempted to avoid some of the puppy saliva by turning her head. It didn’t work.

“He didn’t,” Melanie muttered under her breath.

“Looks like he did.”

“Can I keep him, Mommy? Can I?”

The screen door opened and Miss Gina’s voice followed. “Well look at that.”

Hope giggled and fell on her butt, which gave the yellow Labrador puppy the platform he needed to lick every inch of Hope’s body.

“William!” Melanie said his name with a warning.

William flashed the same dimples Wyatt saw every day in the mirror and Melanie sighed.

“He’s cute, isn’t he?”

“I might have to kill you.” Because watching the shadows lift from Hope’s eyes when the puppy barked, licked, and came back for more wasn’t something Mel would make go away, and Wyatt knew it.