Where There's a Will (Whiskey River Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

right?”
    She frowned. “Your ego knows no bounds.”
    “I’m waiting.” He tapped his lips and smiled.
    She gave a frustrated sigh and muttered something he couldn’t quite make out over the noise from the storm. He suspected it was on the order of “jerk” or possibly “asshole.”
    Addison leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Chicken,” he said softly. Those green eyes flashed fire. She put her arms around his neck and laid her lips over his. Her lips softened, her mouth opened, inviting him in. He stroked his tongue over hers, put his hand on her breast, kneading it gently through her clothes. Her nipple pebbled and she moaned, then slid her leg over his and perched on his lap again.
    She was all in and so was he. Maybe they couldn’t take off all their clothes but he had to see her. He unzipped her dress, sliding it down her arms to pool at her waist. Unhooked her bra and slid it down as well. Her hands were trapped in her clothes, her beautiful breasts bared to his gaze. “At the risk of repeating myself, wow,” Ryder said.
    Addison gave a soft gurgle of laughter. “Flatterer.” She pulled her hands free, placing them on his head as he bent and took her in his mouth. He sucked one nipple, then moved to the other. He felt her fingers in his hair, holding him close.
    Thunder boomed, a loud crack that sounded disconcertingly close. Addison started, drawing back from him. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “No. I want you to make it go away.”
    “Oh, baby, I would if I could.” He hated seeing her upset. Hated having her remember the terror of that long ago storm that had torn apart her world.
    “You can,” she whispered. “Make love to me, Ryder.”
    That, he could do. But he didn’t want this time to be quick and hot. He wanted long, sexy, hotter than hell. “There’s a mattress right over there,” he said, motioning to it.
    “I like the way you think,” she told him, smiling. Moments later she lay back on it, still half-dressed and looking sexier than the law allowed.
    Ryder joined her, kissed her, then worked his way down her body. He didn’t know about Addison but the only storm he heard was the thundering of his heart as he slipped inside her.
    *
    I DIOT. I T WAS the only thought that kept echoing in her head. How could she have made love to Ryder not once but twice? This wasn’t part of the plan. Of course at this moment with the smell of Ryder and sex perfuming every breath she took it was hard to think clearly.
    His heartbeat was steady under her ear and it took more willpower that she thought she had to force herself up and out of his embrace.
    The wind had stopped howling; of course the storm inside of her still raged. Nothing had ever shaken her resolve to move away from Whiskey River. To shake the dust of this small town from her heels and her life. Nothing and no one…until this moment with Ryder.
    She hated to be weak. There was a reason why she kept a picture of that old house that she grew up in taped to the wall above her vanity. She looked at it every morning as a reminder of where she’d come from and where she never wanted to go back.
    And it wasn’t that an affair with Ryder would send her back to The Barrels. More that she couldn’t—wouldn’t let herself depend on a man. On something as fickle and fleeting as sex. Not love. She wasn’t going to let herself fall for Ryder. Not now, not ever.
    Well, maybe in ten years when she was established in her own right. When she could come to him as an equal. Except that her heart wasn’t too sure that was an option.
    Was she really the type of woman who was going to let her heart rule her head? She knew Ryder was a good guy, he dated around, but he didn’t play fast and loose with women. But she had plans to get out of here. To pursue her own dreams and suddenly he was making her doubt what she wanted.
    “Where are you going?” he asked. His voice was husky and he looked