Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(60)

“That’s great news.” Ed turned, glancing between Reagan and Lynx. “Let us know when we’re good to go. We’re ready to pour concrete whenever the permits are taken care of and the plumbing’s inspected.”

Lynx nodded. “Will do.”

“I’ll check back in with you in a bit,” Calvin stated, calling Copenhagen to his side. “Mind if I take the boy with me?”

Lynx shook his head.

As the guys filtered out, they waved. Reagan offered a smile although her head was spinning at everything that was going on around her. She still couldn’t believe that these people were coming together to help her rebuild.

Okay, so maybe she could believe it. Embers Ridge was that sort of town. It was the very reason she’d never had any desire to leave. However, she knew she had put a rift between herself and most people due to her relationship with Billy all this time. Most of them, quite frankly, weren’t big fans of Billy. Not that she could blame them. But then again, she had been the one to stick with him for so long, so they probably figured she had a few screws loose as well.

Which she probably did.

Once they all cleared out, Reagan realized she and Lynx were the only two left.

“Where’s Wolfe?”

Lynx grinned. “He headed home for a bit after we had breakfast. Somethin’ about a phone call from Rhys regarding somethin’ Amy was doin’.” He shrugged. “No clue.”

“So what now?” she asked and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew exactly what Lynx was thinking.

It was the same thing she was thinking.

When he stepped closer, Reagan lifted the straw Stetson from his head.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

Reagan slipped the hat on her own head.

“You know what it means when a girl wears a man’s hat?”

Reagan nodded. She did know.

“You think I won’t?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers.

“I’m hopin’ you will,” she whispered back, her body warming from his nearness.

She also knew that she would not be able to tell the man no.

And she damn sure didn’t want to.





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“Come here, girl,” Lynx said, taking Reagan’s hand and leading her toward the stairs. He continued to watch her, wondering if she was going to back out at the last second. He could tell she was thinking about it.

Shit, the woman was already blowing his damn mind. Taking his hat … putting it on her head. It was a signal that she wanted him. That she wanted him to do some wicked dirty things to her.

And fuck, he wanted that so badly he could taste it.

Only, he was going to wait until she made the next move.

She surprised him — as she was good at doing — when she took the lead, moving in front of him as they ascended the stairs. He followed as his cock went stiff in his jeans. He’d told her yesterday that he intended to get his hands on her every single day. He hadn’t been blowing smoke, either. That was his plan. Any day she’d allow him, Lynx intended to be all over her. And maybe, in fifty years or so, he’d be able to cut back to every couple of days.

Then again, he doubted it.

Especially if the woman continued to wear those damn short shorts with boots. It was Reagan’s signature style, and it had been her thing long before it’d become a fashion statement for the rest of the country.

“Right here,” he told her, opening the door to the break room.

Once inside, he closed and locked it. He didn’t know if Wolfe was coming back, but he damn sure didn’t want any interruptions.

Before she got too far into the room, he tugged her back toward him, then pressed her up against the door. His mouth found hers in seconds, their bodies colliding. He loved the way Reagan’s arms went around his neck, the way one of her legs wrapped around his. It was as though she couldn’t seem to get close enough. He knew how she felt.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered against her lips before diving in for more of her taste.

Lynx pulled back when Reagan’s hands slipped beneath his T-shirt. Their eyes met and held as she slowly pushed it up. He finally gave in, gripping the cotton behind his head and tugging it off and tossing it onto the counter. To make things easier, he grabbed his hat from her head and tossed it alongside his shirt.

“I missed you, too,” she said sweetly, her lips pressing against his chest, moving slowly across his pecs.

“My bed was damn lonely last night.”

Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “I know the feelin’.”

“Maybe that means you should spend more time there.” Like every fucking night.

Damn, but she made him feel things he’d never felt before. Just the way she touched him was something new every time. Admittedly, he’d been with plenty of women, but he’d never met a single one who did things to him the way Reagan did. She was meant for him and he’d always known it.

“I like that idea,” she whispered, her lips grazing his jaw.

While she trailed wet kisses lower, moving down his neck, then across his chest, Lynx worked loose the button on her shorts, slipping it from its mooring, then working the zipper down. Her tongue moved to his nipple, her teeth sending shards of electricity firing down to his cock.