Free The Tycoon's Tots by Stella Bagwell Page B

anger. But oddly she wasn’t. She was sad for Wyatt Sanders. And torn. Because she could think of nothing she might say or do that would make him understand what was lacking in his scheme of things.
    â€œI won’t waste my breath telling you we Murdocks know a little bit more than cows and horses. But I would like to ask one important thing.”
    â€œYes?”
    â€œYou tell me if you had the twins they would get the best of schools, colleges and careers. They would have the opportunity to make plenty of money. But will they be loved?”
    His nostrils flared with indignation. “How could you ask such a thing?”
    â€œIt wasn’t hard. I just opened my mouth and—”
    His hands suddenly gripped both her shoulders. “How dare you imply that I wouldn’t love the twins.”
    She tilted her head back and glared at him. “I dare because I don’t think you have any idea what the word really means. Your world revolves around money and very little else. What could you know about loving another human being?”
    His gray eyes took on a strange glitter and then suddenlyhis face became a blur and his breath whispered hot against her lips.
    â€œYou definitely are a smart-mouthed little thing,” he muttered.
    Much to Chloe’s dismay, her knees went weak, her breathing shallow. She didn’t want to be this close to him. Yet she was powerless to step back.
    â€œI’m not a little thing. Especially to you.”
    Wyatt could stand it no longer. He had to kiss her, had to prove to her that he wasn’t just an oil tycoon. He was a man who needed, loved and hurt.
    As soon as his lips settled over hers, Chloe knew she was in trouble. Her stomach fluttered, her heart stilled and heat poured through her veins. She’d been kissed before. Plenty of times, but she couldn’t ever remember it feeling like this.
    Loosening the grip on her shoulders, Wyatt slid his arms around her back and pulled her up against him. Through the softness of her sweater, he could feel the thrust of her firm breasts, the narrow indention of her waist and the hardness of her thighs. She tasted sweet and giving. Nothing like the acid words she’d spat at him, and Wyatt couldn’t help but want to go on exploring this soft, feminine side of her.
    When Wyatt finally decided to end the kiss, Chloe was totally breathless. For long moments she could do nothing more than stand there, her eyes closed, her senses scattered.
    In the dim moonlight, Wyatt could see the faint quiver of her bottom lip, the throb of her pulse at the side of her neck. Hair was tangled over one eye and her lashes lay like dark little wings against her pale skin. She looked far too sexy for any one man to bear. Yet there was a vulnerableness about her face that made him want simply to draw her head against his chest, hold her tightly to him until all her fears and doubts had quieted.
    Wyatt had never felt such desire, such fierce protectiveness for anyone in his life, and the realization stunned him.
    Turning away from her, he said, “I’m…sorry about that.”
    So was Chloe. Sorry that she’d liked it. Sorry that for those few moments in his arms she’d felt like a real woman again.
    She swallowed, then said, “Don’t apologize. You got your point over.”
    Wyatt turned back to her, his eyes narrowed with skepticism. “You think I was trying to make a point?”
    She nodded while thinking how strange it was to be so cool and distant from him now when only a few moments ago she’d been so close and warm in his arms.
    â€œYou’re a man. Not a bank account.”
    She was so on target with his feelings, he was momentarily taken aback. In the past, he’d dated women for months at a time and none of them had ever picked up the message. Chloe had gotten it after one kiss. The whole idea shook him like the gale of a windstorm.
    â€œThat’s right,” he said more