“And I fully intend to keep my promise, girl.No matter how much you want me.”
Asshole.
ChapterTen
Lynx
Ihad never wanted to break a promise more than I wanted to right then.
Although I was laughing, my body was hard as fucking granite, my dick painfully erect, desperate for the woman I'd been waiting what felt like a lifetime for.
However, I hadn’t brought her here to seduce her.
I really did want to show her something.
“Come on.”I nodded to my left, still grinning despite the fact that my cock was throbbing like a motherfucker.
I could see the fire burning in Reagan’s dark gaze, both desire and frustration.I liked that about her.The fact that she wore her emotions on her sleeve, that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.That was hotter than hell.
“Asshole,” she muttered.
Yep, definitely hot.
Even when it appeared she was pissed at me.
However, I hoped what I had to show her would take some of the sting out of my backing down because I was fairly certain I could’ve kissed her, and Reagan would’ve been hot to trot right along with me.The girl was as flammable as dry grass, anxious for a spark to set her aflame.And I knew without a doubt Reagan Trevino would burn bright and hot.The woman had been neglected for too damn long, and I wanted to be the one to erase her past and show her how a real man treated a lady.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
Taking her hand, I tugged her along.When she tried to pull away, I linked our fingers together, still chuckling.
Once we were in the farthest corner of the warehouse, I released her hand, then reached for the cloth cover I'd placed there … a while ago.
“If you’ve got a bed underneath there, Lynx Caine, I’m—” Her words abruptly ended.“Oh, wow.Those are…” Her eyes lifted to mine, and I saw the confusion there.
“I made them for you.”
“What?” She frowned.“When?”
“Oh, I don’t know.A while back.”No way could I tell her that I made the pair of rocking chairs about eight years ago, a short time after she’d mentioned how much she liked the ones on my father’s front porch.
“And you made them for me?”
I could tell she was trying to hide her giddy reaction, so I motioned her toward the chair.“Sit.Test it out.”
She swallowed hard but moved closer.I watched as her small hand caressed the polished pine armrest.
“They’re beautiful.I can’t believe…”
When she sat down, her grin widened.I watched as she pushed back with her booted foot, putting the chair in motion, slowly rocking backward, then forward.
“Thought maybe I could take them out to Amy’s,” I suggested.“That way you’d have them on the front porch when you wanna sit outside.”
Her eyes met mine.“You really made these for me?”
I nodded, hating that I suddenly felt shy around her.That was something I never felt.I ruled the roost, prided myself on it.Yet when I was around Reagan, I felt vulnerable in a way I'd never felt before.
