“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered, running my hands under his tee, feeling the solid muscle of his abs and chest.
His body was like granite. Strong and hard under my touch.
Gone was the gangly boy I knew before I left.
He was now this beautiful badass who looked like he could bench press a Cadillac. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but hewasreally freakin’ big.
“Can I take this off?” His lips skimmed along the column of my neck as his fingers tugged at the ties of my halter top.
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure about this, baby?” he asked, kissing back up my neck until his forehead rested against mine. “Because once I have you again, I’m never letting you go.”
The promise in his voice made my heart soar. “Don’t make promises unless you’re going to keep them,” I breathed. “Because I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
I would give up everything for him.
He must have seen the conviction in my eyes because in his next breath, he pulled at the tie behind my neck and the white bandana top fell away.
His eyes went dark as they raked over my bare skin.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “These tits.” He cupped my breasts together. “I’ve dreamt about these fuckin’ tits every night since you left.”
“More,” I begged, arching into his touch as a moan escaped my lips.
Everything about being with him again felt right—the way his calloused hands knew exactly how to touch me, the way my body responded to him like no time had passed at all.
Eyes hooded, he released my breasts and slid his hands down to my bottom and grabbed with his powerful hands, hefting me up onto the workbench and positioning himself between my thighs with a grunt.
“Yes,” I moaned, letting my head fall back on my shoulders.
I wanted him so bad I felt like I was going to explode.
The leather pants that had seemed like such a good idea earlier were now torture, creating a barrier between us that I desperately wanted gone.
“These need to come off,” I panted, fumbling with the button.
He chuckled, that low rumble that used to drive me crazy. “Patience, baby. I’ve waited a long fuckin’ time for this.”
I groaned. “Please, honey.” I didn’t have any patience left. I needed him like I needed my next breath.
Screw it.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt, and he helped me pull it over his head, careful of his injured shoulder.
The sight of his bare chest, all hard muscle and tattooed skin, made my mouth water. He was so damn handsome and manly, and had this rugged look about him that was so damn hot.
“Your turn,” he smirked, his hands going to the button of my leather pants.
I lifted my hips, helping him work the tight material down my legs.
When the cool night air finally hit my heated skin, I didn’t feel a thing. Not with the way Weston was looking at me.
“Christ, Hattie,” he breathed, sliding his hands up my thighs. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Before I could answer his mouth was on me again, kissing a trail down my neck to my collarbone.
Every touch sent sparks shooting through my nervous system, and I could feel myself unraveling.
