his ass with both hands, squeezing
him with surprisingly strong fingers, pulling him closer to her body. “It’s a
shame the bar was so busy today. I would much rather have been doing this all
day.”
“Me too.” He raced to undo the buttons on her sundress, even more
impatient than he’d been before. “Although, you may have been right about the
delayed gratification.”
She stopped his busy fingers, then turned around, and stepped out of
range, redoing her buttons. “If you want to test that theory, I could leave
right now.”
He grabbed her hands and kissed both palms while staying her with his
eyes. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my wicked way with you,
darlin’.”
To show her just how serious he was, he made short work of the remaining
buttons on her dress, and in one smooth flourish relieved her of it.
Standing before him, all but naked, proud, strong, she was utterly
beautiful. And he’d never loved her more.
Holding his gaze, she unclasped her bra, letting it join her dress on the
floor, reminding him just how much he loved her boldness. The way she forged
ahead, never waiting on him for anything.
Shit . Everything about her was so fucking hot. Every drop
of his blood went straight to his dick, making it throb with wanting her. He
couldn’t snatch off his clothes fast enough.
Her eyes blazed, her breath fast and furious, as she watched him disrobe,
and he knew she was as turned on as he was. Which made him burn even more.
And then her breath caught and she stilled. Her gaze focused on his upper
right arm while she reached up and gingerly traced the lettering on his tribal
armband tattoo. “You didn’t remove my name.”
Her whispered sentence was laced with wonder, the question unasked but
implied. Her profound surprise, clearly evident in her voice, pained him to his
core. She didn’t believe in what they once had, or that it was still there.
He’d broken that trust and now he had to fix it. “No, I didn’t, and I
never will.”
Her gaze shot to his. “But why?”
“We made some great memories, darlin’. Why would I want to erase any of
them?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought your other
girlfriends wouldn’t like it.”
He wouldn’t have cared if they had. “None of them ever mattered.”
She didn’t comment but it was obvious she was taken aback by the fact that
he hadn’t altered his tattoo.
“Thea, I’ve never stopped loving you or thinking about you. This tattoo
represents what we had together. What we could still have if you’d just give us
a chance.”
Before he could blink, she pushed away from him, snatched up her bra and hurriedly
put it back on.
“What are you doing?”
She snapped up her dress and shook it out. “What does it look like I’m
doing? I’m going home.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t deal with this right now.”
Damn . She was running. “Please, don’t go.”
He put his hand over hers to stop her. She paused in pulling up her
dress. “Let go.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you off.”
Her back stiffened. “I’m not scared.”
“Then why are you leaving?” He threw her a wicked grin for good measure.
“Come on. I could dazzle you with my manly charms.”
She shook her head at his nonsense and after an agonizing moment, the
corner of her mouth kicked up in an answering grin. Her eyes crinkled at the
corners, mischief sparkling in their depths. “I’m just playing hard-to-get.”
Relief flooded his strung out nerves. He raised a brow. “Hard-to-get?”
She ran an idle finger down his chest, stopping way too far away from
where he wanted her hands to be. “Yeah, you know the concept. I run, you catch
me.”
Pure relief ran through him that she’d decided not to leave. He let go of
her hand to reach behind her, unsnapping her bra with a deft flick of his
fingers. Her breath hitched as he slid the straps down her arms, and grazed the
backs of his fingers across her nipples until
him with surprisingly strong fingers, pulling him closer to her body. “It’s a
shame the bar was so busy today. I would much rather have been doing this all
day.”
“Me too.” He raced to undo the buttons on her sundress, even more
impatient than he’d been before. “Although, you may have been right about the
delayed gratification.”
She stopped his busy fingers, then turned around, and stepped out of
range, redoing her buttons. “If you want to test that theory, I could leave
right now.”
He grabbed her hands and kissed both palms while staying her with his
eyes. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my wicked way with you,
darlin’.”
To show her just how serious he was, he made short work of the remaining
buttons on her dress, and in one smooth flourish relieved her of it.
Standing before him, all but naked, proud, strong, she was utterly
beautiful. And he’d never loved her more.
Holding his gaze, she unclasped her bra, letting it join her dress on the
floor, reminding him just how much he loved her boldness. The way she forged
ahead, never waiting on him for anything.
Shit . Everything about her was so fucking hot. Every drop
of his blood went straight to his dick, making it throb with wanting her. He
couldn’t snatch off his clothes fast enough.
Her eyes blazed, her breath fast and furious, as she watched him disrobe,
and he knew she was as turned on as he was. Which made him burn even more.
And then her breath caught and she stilled. Her gaze focused on his upper
right arm while she reached up and gingerly traced the lettering on his tribal
armband tattoo. “You didn’t remove my name.”
Her whispered sentence was laced with wonder, the question unasked but
implied. Her profound surprise, clearly evident in her voice, pained him to his
core. She didn’t believe in what they once had, or that it was still there.
He’d broken that trust and now he had to fix it. “No, I didn’t, and I
never will.”
Her gaze shot to his. “But why?”
“We made some great memories, darlin’. Why would I want to erase any of
them?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought your other
girlfriends wouldn’t like it.”
He wouldn’t have cared if they had. “None of them ever mattered.”
She didn’t comment but it was obvious she was taken aback by the fact that
he hadn’t altered his tattoo.
“Thea, I’ve never stopped loving you or thinking about you. This tattoo
represents what we had together. What we could still have if you’d just give us
a chance.”
Before he could blink, she pushed away from him, snatched up her bra and hurriedly
put it back on.
“What are you doing?”
She snapped up her dress and shook it out. “What does it look like I’m
doing? I’m going home.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t deal with this right now.”
Damn . She was running. “Please, don’t go.”
He put his hand over hers to stop her. She paused in pulling up her
dress. “Let go.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you off.”
Her back stiffened. “I’m not scared.”
“Then why are you leaving?” He threw her a wicked grin for good measure.
“Come on. I could dazzle you with my manly charms.”
She shook her head at his nonsense and after an agonizing moment, the
corner of her mouth kicked up in an answering grin. Her eyes crinkled at the
corners, mischief sparkling in their depths. “I’m just playing hard-to-get.”
Relief flooded his strung out nerves. He raised a brow. “Hard-to-get?”
She ran an idle finger down his chest, stopping way too far away from
where he wanted her hands to be. “Yeah, you know the concept. I run, you catch
me.”
Pure relief ran through him that she’d decided not to leave. He let go of
her hand to reach behind her, unsnapping her bra with a deft flick of his
fingers. Her breath hitched as he slid the straps down her arms, and grazed the
backs of his fingers across her nipples until
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