If I'd thought it would only be sexual, I could’ve easily said yes.My sex drive was intense and I knew I could match this man orgasm for orgasm.However, when it came to my heart…
“Put me down,” I insisted.“Right now.”
Something passed in his eyes, but Lynx didn’t argue.His fingers slipped from my body and the next thing I knew, my boots were on the floor, my chest heaving as I tried to battle back the mixture of frustration and need.
I righted my clothes and met his eyes once more, fully expecting a mischievous smirk, some smartass retort.But that never came and what I saw on Lynx’s face this time…
Looked a hell of a lot like regret.
And my stupid heart squeezed in my chest.
ChapterEleven
Lynx
Icould smell her sweetness on my fingers.My tongue itched to plunge deep into her pussy, to drive her as insane as I'd been all this time justthinkingabout it.
But I couldn’t.
More importantly, I wouldn’t.
Because once would never be enough.
Hell, a fucking lifetime with Reagan wouldn’t be enough for me.
And I damn sure wasn’t going to settle.Didn’t matter how fucking hot she’d been, how fucking much I craved seeing her come apart in my arms.Didn’t even matter how many nights I'd jacked off to thoughts of Reagan.
Only oncewasn’t an option.
“I should go,” she finally said.
Unable to find my voice, I simply nodded.I needed a minute anyway.Some time to process what had just happened, to figure out how she’d so easily dissolved my self-control.
Without another word, Reagan headed for the door.I turned to watch her go, our eyes meeting briefly when she reached the door.It looked as though she had something to say, but nothing ever came.The next thing I knew, I was alone in the warehouse.I took one look at the steel beam and had to battle back the urge to punch the damn thing.
Taking a deep breath, then another, I waited until I managed to get my temper under control.I wasn’t pissed at Reagan; I was angry with myself for allowing things to go that far.I should’ve walked away when she’d first kissed me, held out until the time was right.
But my self-control was so thin when it came to her.
Always had been.
My gaze swung to the rocking chairs and I sighed heavily.
Several more minutes passed, and when my body stopped vibrating, I grabbed one of the chairs and carried it out to my truck.After I'd loaded them both and tied them down, I closed up the shop and hopped in my truck.
I had no idea where Reagan had run off to, but I was going to deliver the chairs to Amy’s.They belonged with Reagan, and even if she never spoke to me again, at least she could enjoy the chairs.I knew I had to do one of two things.Go balls to the wall and get the girl, or let go of her completely.This in-between state was tearing me apart.
As I drove, I thought back to that night on my father’s front porch.I still didn’t know why Reagan had showed up, but after my mother died, it seemed Reagan had established a steady presence in my life.After that first night by the lake, I had never touched her again, but that hadn’t stopped her from coming around and it hadn’t stopped me from wanting her to.
“Where’d your dad get these chairs?”she asked, tapping her foot and rocking the chair steadily.
“I made ’em,” I admitted, not looking at her.
“You… Really?”
I grinned.“Hard to believe?”
“No.It’s just … these are awesome.”
