Wes lifted Kaylee’s chin and kissed her lips lightly. When she didn’t object, he slid his hand to her lower back and pulled her closer, dropping his mouth to hers again and parting her lips.

His heart thundered in his chest, his body heating. He might combust just from the glide of her tongue against his. And then she pulled away.

“What do you mean I was everything? Clearly I wasn’t, or I would have never broken up with you.”

He scrubbed his face with his hand. “In my head you were everything. I just…didn’t know what I was doing. You know I didn’t grow up with a mother. And my father wasn’t around much. I learned about affection from my brothers.” He smirked. “Think about that. It’s like the blind leading the blind. The only thing we had going for us was that we were loyal. But there was competitiveness. A need to win and prove one’s worth—or that could have only been me.”

He looked intensely into her eyes. “Success in golf was what I thought I needed to deserve you. It wasn’t until you came back into my life that I realized I’d only needed you.”

Her eyes widened and she stared at him. “Damn you,” she said. And then she pulled his head down and attacked his mouth with her tongue and her lips and her teeth.

He tilted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, getting just the right angle to love on Kaylee’s beautiful, full mouth. To taste and worship her the way he’d been secretly fantasizing about these last few weeks.

He’d told himself that the reason she was in his dreams at night was because she was the woman he’d spent the most time with. That he checked her out when she wasn’t looking, because she was a beautiful woman.

It was all a load of crap.

He wanted her.

He’d meant what he said. Golf had never been more important than Kaylee. But what was he without his sport? He’d never been good at anything besides golf. And he thought he wasn’t enough for her without it. But fuck that. If she was willing to stick around, he was going to do everything he could to make her happy.

He’d won the jackpot when this beautiful girl had shown up at a college party and turned out to be the perfect woman for him. He’d thought all he needed was to build a life for them. But somewhere along the way, he’d lost track of what she needed. And then he’d lost her entirely.

Now Kaylee was back. And he wasn’t letting her go so easily.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he took the opportunity to glide his hand down her waist and over her hip. He gathered the fabric of her dress and ran his fingers over her silky leg. And then he eased it over his own, bringing her closer.

Kaylee moaned, and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the feel of her heat pressed against his erection.

His dick was in its happy place, so close to Kaylee and yet not close enough. But that was fine. Wes could deal with this form of punishment. It was the pain he’d experienced after she’d left him that he didn’t want to go through again.

He kissed her neck and the top of her breasts. “Do you want to take this somewhere more private?” Pain or no pain, Wes had ideas. Slippery, naked ideas. And why the hell not? This was his girl—the only one he’d ever claimed.

He tugged her bra down and darted out a tongue to her nipple.

She pulled at his hair, rubbing against him. “Huh?”

“Too public here. Anyone could walk by.”

“What do you suggest?” Her voice came out breathy and a little high—just like it used to when she was turned on.

He grew harder.

He kissed her long and deep. “That a yes?”

She hesitated, giving him just enough of a pause to make him worry she might say no. “Yes.”

He grinned and pulled her up.

“Wes,” Kaylee said as she tried to keep up. He might have been walking fast. “Where are we going?” She glanced back in the direction of the lounge chairs he’d had placed for his private use.

Most people didn’t know about his secret spot. The chairs were tucked away, and he went there when he needed time to himself. Occasionally, one of his brothers joined him. It was private, but not nearly private enough for what he had in mind.

“I could carry you if your feet hurt,” he said. “Do you want to hop on my back?”

“Or, here’s an idea,” she said sarcastically, “you could slow your pace.”

Was it his fault he was in a hurry? This was going down, and there was no way he’d waste the opportunity. “Can’t. I want to get right back to where we were.” He looked back and grinned. “Ever gotten naked on a golf course?”

“You are very presumptuous.”

“Wishful. Now, answer the question.”

“No. You know I haven’t. Who would I have been naughty with on a golf course, except you?”

“True.” He squeezed her hand. “Let’s remedy that.”

She tugged on his arm. “I don’t want to go to your favorite hookup spot, Wes Cade.”

He placed his other hand on her soft, small bottom and hurried her along. “I’ve never hooked up there before.”

“Never?” He felt her stare. “Not once?”

“Nope. It’ll be my first time too. And that makes sense.”

She tucked the arm he wasn’t holding around her waist. The temperature was dropping quickly. Even Wes felt the cold. He’d given her his jacket, but she was wearing a thin dress. “How so?”

“Because I’ll be making love for the first time on a golf course—with the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

Kaylee stopped and let out a heavy sigh, but she was squeezing his hand and staring at his mouth. “Super presumptuous.”

“Hopeful, Kaylee. Hopeful.”

“I never could resist you. And now you’re bringing out the big guns with that sweet talk.”

He cupped her face. “I want to try… If you’ll give me another chance?”

She blinked for several seconds, studying him. “Let’s start with sex and go from there.”

He grinned and squeezed her to his side, lifting her off the ground. “My favorite place to begin.”

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Kaylee let out a squeak. “Wes! You just broke a rib.”

“Sorry.” He set her down gently. “Wait here, okay?”

Kaylee stared, dumbfounded, as Wes jogged toward the pro shop.

He wouldn’t, would he? “Wes, if you even think about grabbing your clubs to hit a few balls, I swear to God, you will find yourself without your favorite pair!”

Wes froze with his hand on the door handle. “Crap, Kaylee, don’t put that image in my head when we’re about to get busy.”

But he was smiling as he swept inside the store. He returned a few seconds later with what looked like cloth inside clear plastic.

Wes tucked it under his arm and grabbed her hand. “Blankets.” He held up a box of condoms. “And other essentials.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Was she really doing this? Having sex with her ex? “You sell condoms in the pro shop?”

“Men play golf, Kaylee. Sometimes they need a few items before they leave for the day.”

“I’m a woman, and I play golf.”

“Fine, carrying condoms was my idea.” He grinned devilishly. “It’s convenient.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Did you really believe I’d grab my clubs after everything we’ve been through?” He sounded sincerely hurt.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “You’ve done it before.”

He stopped and gently turned her to face him. “And I learned my lesson. There is nothing—nothing—I’d rather be doing right now…than you.” He grinned lewdly.

Kaylee smacked Wes in the chest. “That is not romantic!” she said, but she was laughing, because he was kissing her neck and tickling her sides.

“You said you only want sex.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “I’m your man.”

She loved the playful side of Wes. She wasn’t ready for anything serious. Not after her failed engagement. But this was nice.

Technically, she had no business getting into a relationship at all. But she was ridiculously attracted to Wes, and he wasn’t declaring love or anything. He seemed perfectly happy with casual. And Kaylee was okay with that, because she felt safe with Wes.

Stomach smashed against his shoulder, she looked down at the box in his hand. “You know, you won’t need those.”

He snorted. “Trying to trap me?”

“You are such an ass! I can’t get pregnant, remember? Only you could make my heartache a joke.” Her words were serious, but not her tone. Guys weren’t the sharpest when it came to feminine things, and Wes was probably just being careful.

He squeezed her legs. “Not a joke.” He let her body slip down his chest, but not seductively. He stopped her glide downward once they were at eye level. “I’m so fucking sorry, Kaylee. Sorry that I’m the reason you can’t have kids.”

She rubbed her thumb along his full bottom lip. “It wasn’t your fault. You had no control over what happened. But you really don’t need those condoms. Unless you’ve been a dirty boy. Jesus, when was the last time you were checked?”

He tossed the box of condoms over his shoulder and hiked her back up. “Told you, I’m as clean as spring rain. Got checked out a few weeks ago. Besides, I haven’t had sex without a condom since we were together. Holy fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you.”

He started running—running.

“Slow down!” she said as she bounced on his shoulder. “Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this is?”

“Can’t slow. Need to get you somewhere private and divest you of that dress before you change your mind.”

“This isn’t a done deal! Have you no shame?”

“None.” He slid her down his body, and this time his mouth was turned up in a cocky grin as she glided over all the bumps and ridges of his hard, muscled frame.

When her toes hit the ground, he leaned down and kissed her gently, but her head was spinning and her body tingled in strategic places. He totally did that on purpose to drive her crazy.

Wes stood there for a moment, not making a move, simply studying her face and looking into her eyes. “Kaylee.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

Too much—this wasn’t just sex for Wes, and it wasn’t for her either, but she wanted it to be for now. It was the only way she could let go and enjoy being with him.

She cupped his erection and wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down so she could bite his lip. “Take off your pants,” she murmured.

Wes growled and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his pants while trying to kiss her.

She laughed as he stood there in his boxer briefs and white tux shirt. “Holy shit, you really want this.”

He tore off his bow tie and whipped his shirt over his head until he was in nothing but the boxer briefs—and suddenly she wasn’t laughing anymore.

Wes was filled out and sexy as hell, looking at her like he wanted to lick every inch of her body.

Kaylee’s breaths grew uneven.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her shoulder as he unzipped the back of her dress, smooth as could be. “You’re so beautiful.” He lifted his head. “No one is more beautiful than you.”

She ran her hands down his warm chest. Sex. This was only sex. With a man she genuinely loved, even if that love was tangled with the past. She’d take his body and whatever he was willing to give, because she needed him. God, she’d needed him for so long.

Wes slid her dress down her legs, then tore open the plastic bag and shook out what appeared to be an outdoor blanket. He laid it on the green of the eighteenth golf hole, which was surprisingly secluded at night, then reached for her hand and tugged her until she fell onto his chest.

He eased them to the ground and held her like that, chest to chest, trailing his fingers gently up and down her back and over her ass. He let out a rough sigh. “You feel incredible.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to have sex without a condom.”

He stilled. “Fuck. You had to remind me. I’m trying to take things slow.”

His erection jerked against her belly and she reached for it, stroking him. “Has this gotten bigger since we dated? You’re not taking supplements, are you?”

He flicked off her bra and loomed over her, the heat from him keeping her surprisingly warm despite the cool air. “Quit joking around. I’m serious about my need to be inside you. And no, my dick hasn’t grown, it’s always been massive.”

She rolled her eyes as she watched him studiously slide her nude panties off and kiss her just above the juncture of her legs. “No arrogance there,” she said breathily, trying for a light tone, but distracted by the man devouring her with his eyes.

Wes kissed a path up the side of her leg, his hand running up the other. “Your skin smells exactly the same—like coconut and honey.” His dark blue gaze lifted to hers. “Makes me want to lick you.”

“Filthy.”

Another devilish grin flashed her way. “You have no idea.” And then he spread her legs and licked her core, his fingers caressing just outside of where his tongue was working its magic.

Oh God. “You seem to have…acquired new skills.”

A grunt sounded from down below, and then he turned his head, and his tongue did some sort of side-lapping thing that had her making embarrassing sounds.

“Shhh, Kaylee,” he said quietly, seductively, his breaths passing over her tender flesh. “We don’t want anyone to find us here.” And then his head dipped again and he was back to the side tongue thing, sending her into immediate mini-orgasms that shot flashes of light through her head and had her core contracting, building up to something massive.

She grabbed the sides of his head as soon as her own stopped going off like firecrackers, and dragged him up by the ears. “Inside me. Now.”

“You sure you want this?”

God, she didn’t know what he meant. For him to be inside her? Yes, for sure. She hoped he wasn’t referring to anything more. “Yes.”

Wes pulled off his boxer briefs, braced his corded arms near her head, and eased inside her.

His jaw tightened and he let out a slow breath. “Okay, we’re going to take this slow so that I don’t embarrass myself. I forgot how good you feel.” His head dropped, his hot breaths sawing in and out near her ear.

Deciding to ignore his request, because she was kind of hot and bothered, Kaylee rocked her hips, and he groaned.

He must have gotten things under control, because he started rolling into her, his hips making small, tight circles that ramped her up from mini-orgasms to bringing on the big one.

“Don’t shift or move,” she ordered. “Just keep doing that. Feels so good.”

And like the good soldier he was, Wes kept the same pace, same position—until she came with such force that her head slammed into the blanket-covered ground.

Wes cupped the back of her head and shifted until he was plunging into her deeply, stroking the spot he’d just worked over.

His movements were no longer smooth, and with one last thrust, he filled her, moaning out his own orgasm. His body eased slowly in and out of her a few extra strokes, light, jerking movements racking him.

He kissed her cheek, her mouth, then dropped his head to the side of hers, his breaths heavy, as though he’d just sprinted a mile. “Are you sure you can’t get pregnant? Because I think I just impregnated you.”

She smiled. “That’s not funny.” But it was, because this was Wes and he meant no harm.

Kaylee’s legs were spread wide, her first love filling her and caressing her temple with his thumb. She didn’t even think he noticed he was doing it.

He shifted one hand beneath her ass, wrapped his other behind her back, and rolled her on top of him while he was still deep inside her. “You should know, I’m not leaving your body. It’s my happy place.”

“The wedding party might have a problem with that if they find us like this.”

“Fuck them. I have you, and I’m not letting you go this time.”