Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(8)
She let the sentence hang between them, and Lynx filled in the blanks with a million different thoughts.
Maybe then … he’d have her naked beneath him.
Maybe then … he’d get to taste every inch of her.
Maybe then … he’d slide his cock into the warm, wet recesses of her body and drive them both out of their minds.
Maybe then … he’d wake up with her in his arms.
Maybe then…
“Until then, I’d appreciate if you’d give me some space, Lynx.” Her eyes were sincere. “I need you to give me some space.”
Lynx knew when to concede and now was definitely the time. The woman was giving him hope. Whether or not she intended to honor that, he couldn’t say, but he could hold out until then.
After all, what was ten more days? Little did she know, but his divorce would be final in ten days. Sure, it seemed like an eternity to him, but he knew it wasn’t.
Lynx stepped back and allowed Reagan to get into her truck, the door making a godawful creaking sound when she closed it. She watched him the entire time and he knew she was battling the same desires he was. If she would simply give in…
Then again, maybe this was what they both needed. It gave him an idea.
“Hey,” he called out as he tapped on her window.
He waited as it lowered.
“What?”
“Meet me at the diner for breakfast tomorrow?”
She frowned.
“Come on, girl. You gotta eat.”
Reagan huffed. “Not gonna happen, Lynx.”
“It was worth a shot,” he said with a smirk.
He knew it would take time, but the woman would eventually give in. He understood that he needed to prove himself and he would. Easy fucking peasy.
“’Night, Lynx.”
Lynx tipped his hat as she rolled up the window. He watched as she backed out of her spot, then he headed over to his truck.
Half an hour later, Lynx was pulling out of his driveway with Copenhagen riding shotgun.
“Sorry, buddy,” he told his dog. “Looks like another night in the truck.”
Until someone proved to him that Reagan wasn’t in potential danger from that crazy bastard after Amy, Lynx was going to sleep in front of her house. He didn’t give a shit how long it took. She might not want to give him the time of day right now, but Lynx wasn’t about to let anything happen to her.
So what if he had to deal with a crick in his neck in the morning.
As far as he was concerned, Reagan was fucking worth it.
Reagan knew Lynx was out there.
She’d heard his truck when he pulled up last night.
It should’ve given her the peace of mind to allow sleep to take her.
Unfortunately, she’d slept for shit, dreaming about the man. And they certainly hadn’t been bad dreams, although she was starting to question her sanity.
Why? Why the hell did Lynx have to be so nice?
Even after she had turned him down, he was still parked out in front of her house keeping an eye on things the way he had for the past few weeks. She couldn’t even imagine Billy doing something like that. Shit, Billy would’ve probably kept his distance, not wanting to put himself in harm’s way.
“Such an asshole,” she muttered to herself, tossing the blanket off.
It was hot. And it had little to do with the mediocre air conditioning and everything to do with that damn dream.
It wasn’t different than a lot of her fantasies in previous years. All involving the sexy bad boy who she should’ve been keeping a serious distance from. For chrissakes, the guy was married.
And okay, fine. He was only married at this point on paper. The legal process was working its magic, and sometime in the near future he would be officially divorced. At that point, Reagan wasn’t sure what excuse she was going to use, but she knew she had to come up with something.
Peering over at her nightstand, she was tempted to pull out her vibrator. It would certainly take the edge off as she’d learned over the years. She had started with the self-pleasure a long time ago, so it wasn’t like it was anything new. Having been with a man who had been focused only on himself, Reagan had gotten used to it.
She briefly wondered if sex with Lynx would be that way. Would she have to resort to getting herself off after?
For whatever reason, she was shaking her head.
No, she didn’t think Lynx was a selfish lover. No way would women be falling all over themselves to be with him if he was. And they were. To the point it was almost embarrassing. So much so that the guy had to be some sort of freak in bed to keep them coming back for more although he was ready to move on after one night. Or so she’d heard.
The sound of a truck engine turning over had her jerking her attention toward the window.
He was leaving.
Reagan glanced at the clock.
It was only six twenty in the morning. What the hell was she doing awake?
When the drone of the engine faded away, Reagan reached for her vibrator.
Why the hell not?
No way was she going to give in to Lynx, so she might as well satisfy her own needs. Even if the man was off-limits, the fantasies of him weren’t.
Settling back on the bed, Reagan closed her eyes and drew up the mental image of Lynx. The one she always resorted to during times like this. He was shirtless in her mind, walking into her bedroom after having been outside, his chest glistening with sweat, her eyes drawn to all those tattoos.