Like give in.
ChapterThree
Lynx
Iknew it would be in my best interest to let Reagan go, but I couldn’t seem to listen to reason.Not from her and not from myself.
I'd waited ten fucking years to get my hands on her again.
Ten years.
Since the first damn time I'd kissed her.Back when I'd been a heartbroken eighteen-year-old.And she’d been … sixteen fucking years old.
A fucking decade.
That was one hell of a prison sentence, and now that she’d shed the ball and chain, there was nothing stopping me.
Well, nothing except her.
If I'd thought for one second that the banked fury in her gaze was anything more than repressed desire, I probably would’ve stepped back, let her climb in her truck, drive off into the night.
But I knew better.
This thing between us was a summer storm gathering strength across the open plains.And there was no running from it.Not anymore.
Stopping her with one hand on her shoulder, I said her name as softly, as calmly as I could.What I wanted to do was spin her around and crush my mouth to hers.I wanted to strip her naked, press her up against the side of that truck, and bury my dick inside that sweet pussy.Then I wanted to remain there for the rest of my fucking life.
But I couldn’t do that.
Not until she gave me the green light.
When she turned back to face me, I closed the distance between us and cupped her face in my hands.
Damn, she was so fucking soft.Just like I remembered.
I swallowed hard, watching her.I saw the way her eyes darted to my mouth, the way her tongue swiped over her lower lip, even the way her eyelids lowered as I leaned in closer.She was my greatest temptation.Always had been.Yet I'd managed to never cross that line.It hadn’t been easy, but I'd succeeded because a country boy did not mess with another man’s girl.That was the bro code.An honorable man didn’t break it.
And despite the fact that Reagan and Billy had mixed about as well as oil and water, I had held my ground, staying out of the way.
But now…
“Reagan,” I whispered as my lips hovered over hers.“I’m so tired of fightin’ this.”
That little hitch in her breath was nearly my undoing, but I waited, wanting her to give me some sort of sign.As desperate as I was for her, I knew I couldn’t simply take because I wanted to.She had to be on board, or I'd lose the war before the first battle started.
“Don’t fight this,” I whispered, my lips brushing hers.
I could practically taste her and it was killing me to hold back.I wanted to eliminate the few centimeters between us and devour her, to slide my tongue over her lips, past her teeth, into the sweet cavern of her mouth.But I needed more than that.I needed this woman to give me everything because I wasn’t going to settle for anything less.Not where she was concerned.
“I can’t,” she finally said, her tone firm.Those two words caused her lips to brush against mine, and I inhaled sharply, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper, every muscle in my body tense.
I swallowed again, and with an internal sigh, I forced myself to pull back, to stand to my full height.
“Like I told you earlier,” she stated, her voice firm, serious.“Keep your dick in your pants and come find me when your divorce is final.Maybe then…”
She let the sentence hang between us, and I filled in the blanks with a million different thoughts.
Maybe then… I'd have her naked beneath me.
