“So what now?”I asked and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew exactly what Lynx was thinking.
It was the same thingIwas thinking.
When he stepped closer, I lifted the straw Stetson from his head.
“What’re you doin’?”he asked, his voice a low growl.
I slipped the hat on my own head.
“You know what it means when a girl wears a man’s hat?”
I nodded.I did know.
“You think I won’t?”he asked, his eyes boring into mine.
“I’m hopin’ you will,” I whispered back, my body warming from his nearness.
I also knew that I would not be able to tell the man no.
And I damn sure didn’t want to.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Lynx
“Come here, girl,” I said, taking Reagan’s hand and leading her toward the stairs.I continued to watch her, wondering if she was going to back out at the last second.I could tell she was thinking about it.
Shit, the woman was already blowing my damn mind.Taking my hat … putting it on her head.It was a signal that she wanted me.That she wanted me to do some wicked, dirty things to her.
And fuck, I wanted that so badly I could taste it.
Only, I was going to wait until she made the next move.
She surprised me—as she was good at doing—when she took the lead, moving in front of me as we ascended the stairs.I followed as my cock went stiff in my jeans.I'd told her yesterday that I intended to get my hands on her every single day.I hadn’t been blowing smoke, either.That was my plan.Any day she’d allow me, I intended to be all over her.And maybe, in fifty years or so, I'd be able to cut back to every couple of days.
Then again, I doubted it.
Especially if the woman continued to wear those damn short shorts with boots.It was Reagan’s signature style, and it had been her thing long before it’d become a fashion statement for the rest of the country.
“Right here,” I told her, opening the door to the break room.
Once inside, I closed and locked it.I didn’t know if Wolfe was coming back, but I damn sure didn’t want any interruptions.
Before she got too far into the room, I tugged her back toward me, then pressed her up against the door.My mouth found hers in seconds, our bodies colliding.I loved the way her arms went around my neck, the way one of her legs wrapped around mine.It was as though she couldn’t seem to get close enough.I knew how she felt.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I whispered against her lips before diving in for more of her taste.
I pulled back when Reagan’s hands slipped beneath my T-shirt.Our eyes met and held as she slowly pushed it up.I finally gave in, gripping the cotton behind my head and tugging it off and tossing it onto the counter.To make things easier, I grabbed my hat from her head and tossed it alongside my shirt.
“I missed you, too,” she said sweetly, her lips pressing against my chest, moving slowly across my pecs.
“My bed was damn lonely last night.”
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.“I know the feelin’.”
“Maybe that means you should spend more time there.”Like every fucking night.
Damn, but she made me feel things I'd never felt before.Just the way she touched me was something new every time.Admittedly, I'd been with plenty of women, but I'd never met a single one who did things to me the way Reagan did.She was meant for me and I'd always known it.
