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Lynx knew without a doubt that now that he’d had a taste of Reagan, he was completely hooked. And watching as she rode him, he wanted to stay just like this for the rest of his days. She looked like a fucking goddess atop him, the long, wet strands of her hair hanging over her shoulders, brushing his chest with the motion of her body. Her soft pink nipples hardened into points, her golden skin gleaming.
“Come here, girl,” he whispered, pulling her mouth down to his.
When she rested atop him, Lynx gripped her hips, holding her still as he thrust deep inside. Their tongues met, sliding against one another as he took the reins and fucked her from underneath.
“Lynx…” Reagan pulled her mouth from his.
He didn’t slow, punching his hips upward, driving into her while he watched as she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy squeezing him as her orgasm raced through her. He didn’t stop thrusting, merely slowed as she rode out her climax. And when she was finished, he rolled them both so that he was on top.
“One more, girl. I want you to come for me one more time.”
“I…”
Before she could argue, Lynx slammed home, retreated, then slammed in again. With every powerful thrust, she moaned, her nails digging into his arms as she held on to him.
“So hot … so wet… Come for me, Reagan. Come all over my cock, girl. Let me—”
“Lynx!”
Damn, he fucking loved when she said his name. And he’d been serious. His new mission was to have her screaming his name as loudly as possible.
Reagan’s pussy clutched him tightly, this time strong enough to drag his release from him. It stole his breath as he slammed into her one last time, his dick pulsing deep inside her body. Lynx watched her face, loving how uninhibited she was, how fucking beautiful she was.
Although he was tired, his body wrung out, he’d be damned if he wasn’t ready to go again. Like a fucking teenage boy who’d gotten his first taste of pussy, Lynx wanted to keep going, but he knew she was exhausted.
He eased from her body, then headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, Reagan was in the same place, her eyes tracking him as he moved toward her, a sexy smirk on her lips.
So fucking beautiful his heart squeezed.
Although they probably should’ve gotten up, gotten dressed, and headed back to the shop, Lynx couldn’t resist crawling back in bed with her. The tension in his body eased completely when she curled up against him, her head on his chest the way she’d done the other night when she had stayed.
“A nap sounds perfect right now,” she whispered.
He grunted softly. Being here with her was the perfect part. Awake, asleep, it didn’t really matter.
Lynx brushed her hair away from her face and gently stroked her back while she breathed against him. She probably felt the steady thump of his heart against her cheek, but she didn’t say anything.
And right before he drifted off, Lynx couldn’t help but think that this was exactly where Reagan belonged. Right where he belonged.
Together.
The sun was still shining when Lynx stirred. He glanced over at the clock, doing his best not to move so that he didn’t wake Reagan.
Three hours.
They’d slept for three hours but he felt as though he’d slept for three days.
The ringing of his cell phone sounded from somewhere, and Lynx lifted his head, glancing around, trying to figure out where the damn thing was.
Bathroom.
Where he’d ditched his clothes earlier.
It stopped ringing but started up a few seconds later.
Shit.
Lynx eased Reagan off him before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He was naked, his cock already perking up at the sight of the naked woman in his bed, but he ignored it. Shutting the bathroom door, he took a piss, then washed his hands and splashed water on his face. He then took a good long look at himself in the mirror. He looked like the same guy, but he damn sure didn’t feel like the same guy.
Not after Reagan.
He scrubbed his hands down his face once more, then grabbed his jeans and fished his phone from his pocket before pulling them on.
The phone rang in his hand, so he hit the button. “What’s up, hoss?” he greeted Wolfe, keeping his voice low.
“Thought I’d check up on you.”
“You called multiple times so you could check up on me?” Lynx chuckled.
“Oh, you know how it is. I look for opportunities wherever I can find ’em. Reagan with you?”
“Yeah.” He knew Wolfe already knew the answer to that or he wouldn’t be calling to give him a hard time. “So, what did you need?”
Wolfe chuckled. “Not a damn thing. Just wanted to give you shit. Later.”
Shaking his head, Lynx grinned.
His cousin was a pain in his ass, that was for damn sure.
But for right now, he could forgive him.
Reagan woke in Lynx’s bed for the second time, but this time was vastly different than the first. For one, Copenhagen wasn’t the one greeting her. And two, it wasn’t the morning after her bar blew up.
Nope. This time she awoke to a warm, solid man lying by her side.
“Evenin’,” Lynx greeted in that dark, raspy baritone that made her skin tingle and her insides glow.
“What time is it?”
“Six thirty.”
Reagan closed her eyes again and sighed. She shifted closer to Lynx, and she felt the unfamiliar twinge of her muscles. It brought back memories of what they’d done earlier. What she wanted them to do again.
“Anything happen while I was asleep?” she asked, her voice rough from sleep.
“Wolfe called to give me shit,” he said, amusement in his voice.
“Yeah?” Turning, Reagan peered up at him.
“Yeah.”
“So, it’s safe to say he knows I’m here?”
“He does.”
“Which means my brother probably knows I’m here.”
Lynx frowned, which made Reagan laugh.
“Are you scared of Rhys?”
A snort came from the sexy man beside her.
Reagan chuckled, her body warming. “Oh, wait. Lynx Caine isn’t afraid of anyone.”
He shifted, the movement forcing her onto her back. “Oh, I’m scared of someone.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“You.”
His mouth lowered to hers in a sweet, gentle kiss. “Is that right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Why’s that?”
His eyes met hers and Reagan could tell he was contemplating saying something, but she had no idea what. However, nothing came out, but a seductive smirk tilted his lips.
Damn, the man had perfect lips.
In fact, he had perfect everything. Lips, eyes, hair, body. And his tongue. She wouldn’t even get started about that wicked tongue that had done delicious things to her.
Reagan’s hand slid down his stomach, over the ridges of his abs, then lower.
“What’re you doin’, girl?” he asked, grinning at her from above.
“Who me?” she teased as her hand closed around his cock.
He had a perfect cock, too. Long, thick, and oh so hard right now.
Lynx’s eyes closed momentarily and he groaned low in his throat. It was a sexy sound, one Reagan could listen to every day of her life and never tire of.
When he rolled onto his back, Reagan continued to stroke him, watching the movement as she did. Peering up at Lynx’s face, she watched him as he watched the action, too.
“Love that,” he whispered. “So fucking much.”
“Yeah?”
Reagan didn’t stop stroking him, certainly not when he covered her hand with his and assisted her movement, tightening her grip around his steely length. She pressed her lips to his chest, right over the tattoo that inked over his heart. It was a flower. A lily, in fact, which made sense. His mother’s name was Lily. The script below read: Forever with me. Always in my heart.
As she continued to visually feast on his beauty, Reagan noted the various other tattoos. There were so many, some of them hard to make out, but her eyes locked on one that was inked down his side.
Her gaze darted up to Lynx’s face and she saw that he was watching her. She couldn’t seem to look away, her heart in her throat, even as she continued to stroke him slowly, leisurely.
“When?” she whispered, her heart in her throat, tears burning behind her eyes.
He gave one of his famous one-shoulder shrugs. “Years ago.”
Reagan’s attention shifted back to the tattoo. The one of her name in beautiful script. And right then, her heart burst open in her chest, warmth unlike anything she’d ever known infusing her.
This man…
This beautiful, imperfectly perfect man had her name tattooed on his body.
She knew, right at that moment, that Lynx Caine was it for her. No matter what she tried to tell herself, this man was who she wanted. Who she’d wanted since she was a naïve teenager.
Accepting that was the easy part.
The hard part was figuring out what that meant.
For her.
For him.
For them.