Free To Claim a Wilde (Wilde In Wyoming Book 6) by Kimberly Kaye Terry

keep Rolling Hills off their backs, and in exchange, she’d give him...herself.
    Whenever. However.
    And there was no need for her to ever know that it was his family who held the tax lien against hers. That was information she’d never find out if he had anything to do with it, not until his time with her was over.
    She eased away from his light hold, and his hands fell away. He watched her from hooded eyes as she walked over to one of the built-in bookshelves, her hand trailing over the binding of several volumes.
    Her shoulders held a slight hunch, as though she felt defeated. The idea disturbed him for unknown reasons.
    But within moments she straightened her back. Her head tilted to the side, and Canton knew she was having one of those one-way conversations again.
    He felt an answering tug of one side of his mouth, a smile trying to break free, before he glanced away from her, irritated once again with himself for being so damn fascinated with her. Still, so turned on by her.
    “And if I say no?” she asked, her voice small, uncertain, echoing in the large room. She partially turned to him, her head slightly over her shoulder, glancing back at him, yet not making eye contact.
    Again, Canton felt a stirring of sympathy for her. Although in profile, her beautiful face, like her body, grew still, like a small bird afraid to take flight; her liquid brown eyes made his heart seem to stutter. He tightened his jaw and she turned back away from him.
    He observed her as her small fingers traced over the spine of one of the books on the shelf, her body stiff and her back ramrod straight.
    He made his way over to her like a magnet, without conscious thought, and now stood so close behind her he could again smell the essence of her wash over him like floral-scented rain.
    “I... I don’t know. I mean... I know what an escort is, I mean,
exactly
what all do you want from me?” she asked, her words barely above a hoarse whisper. “I mean, you could have anyone go with you to those functions as an...uh.” She stopped, completely and obviously flustered and again flushed, something utterly beautiful to see against the deep color of her skin.
    Canton moved his body boldly closer to hers, placed his hands on top of her shoulders and brought her body back against his so that her back was flush with his chest, her perfect ass nudging his thighs. He leaned in, closer, and rubbed the side of her face with his own.
    The stiffness of his erection was a vibrant thing and there was no way in hell she couldn’t feel it against her back. He was hard as granite.
    But Canton had no desire to hide the proof of the fact that he wanted her, needed her.
    He grasped her by the hips and pulled her flush against him, pressing her ass into his erection, grinding against her.
    “Canton,” she whispered his name, making him that much harder.
    Her head fell back against his shoulder, a little moan escaping from her lush lips, and Canton felt moisture escape his cock.
    Fully clothed, she had brought out something in him, feelings he hadn’t felt before with anyone.
    Just like her, the feelings she wrought from him were unique...and left him feeling off balance. Another first.
    He turned her face so that he could get hold of those beautiful lips of hers. It was a strange angle to hold her, but one that turned him on.
    The act of holding her in this way, captive, with no way to maneuver away from his arms as he began to play with her, turned him on in ways he had never felt.
    “I want you. All of you,” he admitted around her lips, so far gone with lust he didn’t guard his words.
    Canton boldly lifted her silk blouse away from her skirt, deftly unbuttoning it before attacking the back closure at the waist of the skirt and easing the zipper far enough down so that the waistline was loosened.
    In one smooth move he reached a hand inside the waist of her skirt, while the other unhooked the front closure of her bra and cupped one firm breast, messaging