One and Only (Wilder Family, #1)

by Karla Sorensen

I’d never thought of that as a trait I’d find attractive in a woman, but there was something about her, knowing that no matter who came up against her, she’d never back down easily. It made me wonder, just for a moment, what she was like in submission. My hands tightened into fists, and I ruthlessly shoved that thought to the back of my head.

healthy, very boring options. It hadn’t been there the day before. I pulled it out and laughed. Apples and cinnamon. On it was another note. Now you can have apple pie for breakfast.

Sex, without commitment, without loyalty or trust, had never appealed to me. I wanted to be in love with someone again, but no one had lit up that part of my brain.

My halfway husband—champion brusher of hair, horrible artist, and secret room-sneaking ninja skills.

“I think I might get in trouble with your dad for that,” I told her. She met my gaze in the rearview mirror. “I’ll stick up for you, Greer.”

“I’m not mad,” he said again. His eyes were on fire. “I’m trying very hard not to kiss you right now.”

She wouldn’t just let me. There’d be no mild, meek allowance. No lukewarm permission. She’d meet me there, jumping headfirst. She’d toss kindling onto the flames, tipping over a full can of gasoline, and see how much damage we could do to each other.

Every shred of restraint not to boost her onto the island and fuck her through every reservation beating through the back of my skull.

Os it still a sow burn is its on fire the whole time

“I’m not worried about whether you’re my type, Greer,” I told her. “No?” I shook my head, taking a calculated step back. She watched with curiosity. “You’d ruin me, if this goes wrong,” I admitted. Her face went slack with shock. “And I can’t afford to be ruined right now. No matter how badly I want to try.”

“The hard comes in life, whether you do something to lessen the blow or not. And you can’t make it disappear because you hate seeing the people in your life suffer through it.”

“What are you doing here?” Patience, as it turned out, might be a work in progress for me. When he took a few steps closer, I saw the fire roaring in his gaze. “I’m here to get my wife.”

“Start something real with me, Greer Wilder. You’re the only person who I want it with.”

“Do you love her enough to be the one to get up and make the coffee?” He smiled, stealing another soft kiss. “Yeah.” “Maybe make a full pot.” His smile grew. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said. I drew back. “What do you mean? Did you magically get extra sleep that I don’t know about?” He shook his head. “No. I just hate coffee.” My mouth fell open. “You… what?” Beckett sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue when he released it. “Don’t drink coffee,” he answered matter-of-factly. I sat up and stared down at him. “You don’t drink coffee?” I repeated. He wedged his hands behind his head. “Nope.” “But…”

“You made me coffee every morning,” I said. “You set out my favorite mug. Every day.”

“Yeah. I think maybe I was falling in love with you a bit earlier than I was willing to admit.” I exhaled a wondrous laugh. I cupped his face in my hands. “Beckett Coleman,” I whispered. “You are the perfect man.” “Because I made you coffee?” he asked. I shook my head with a laugh. “No. Because I didn’t even know how to dream you up. You’re better than … everything.”