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My knees instantly went weak, and I felt a shiver move down my spine.

“Hazel.” It was a warning, but I felt like being bad and ignoring it.

“Yes?” I asked sweetly, batting my eyelashes with all the subtlety of Miss Piggy, and there wasn’t a subtle bone in her little felt body.

“I like where your mind is going, but I need more time than we have to show you how much you mean to me—properly, anyway. Go to work, and we can finish this when you get home.”

He ended that sentence with a kiss to end all other kisses.

The kiss was possessive and powerful and told me exactly what was in store for me when I got back from work tonight.

I. Couldn’t. Wait.

19

“Heavy rain is like your Wi-Fi: It drops hardest as soon as you go outside.”

—It’s science

Hank

I shook off my rain trench, which was now soaked to the bone. The storm outside was raging, and the drive home had taken ten times as long due to tree limbs being down across numerous roads and a driver who’d hydroplaned and hit a pole.

Hanging my jacket up and slipping out of my wet shoes, I let the heat and comfort of the house warm my chilled body as I walked into the living room.

Shadow and Hazel were on the ground playing tug-of-war with a rope toy. Hazel was on her knees, facing away from me, her elbows bent on the rug as she wrestled the rope away from the dog. Her tight jeans were highlighting her lush ass right in front of me as she lunged forward to grab the rope back but missed. She toppled over and rolled to her side, laughing as Shadow flung the rope around in her mouth like a proud champion.

Her shirt had ridden up, and I could see the soft skin of her waist and a hint of her red bra peeking out. She looked so unbelievably sexy, laughing on the floor. The possessive part of me just wanted to pick her up and bury myself inside her and end our day on a high note.

“Hank,” her voice rang out.

I shook my head and brought my gaze to hers. Her eyes were twinkling with humor and happiness.

“Did you hear me?” she asked.

No, I was too busy staring at your ass.

“Sorry. I’m just deep in thought,” I told her, choosing to be vague about where my thoughts had taken me.

“What kind of thoughts were going through your mind, Hank?” The way she asked, with that quirky smile on her face, let me know she already knew exactly what path my thoughts had gone down.

I could play this two ways—the truth or not.

In the past, I would have skirted the truth, not wanting to give a woman all of my inner problems and thoughts, but Hazel had proven time and time again that she could handle anything and everything I threw at her, and I loved that.

“How badly I want to fuck you and make my day better.”

I watched as she swallowed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her chest inflated and deflated more intensely now.

Her small smile grew bigger and more alluring. “I think I’d like that too.”

She got up from her position and walked the few steps to me, running her hands up my chest before lifting on her tippy-toes to kiss me.

I pulled her closer to me, sifting my fingers through her silky hair to the back of her head as I tilted it to take over the kiss.

She moaned into my mouth as her hands moved south to my belt. She made quick work of unbuckling it and then slid the zipper down.

She pulled back, robbing me of her sweet mouth.