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“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate.

She giggled. “Maybe we should save that for another day.”

“Bear went all out to impress you with dinner.”

“Then we shouldn’t disappoint him.”

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

Rock frowned when Lyla rubbed her temples as he pulled into his driveway later that night. “Your head hurting?”

“Not really. It was just a long day.”

“I think you need a bath, some snuggling, and some sleep.”

He loved the way she groaned at the suggestion. “That sounds amazing.”

Rock rounded the car, opened the door for her, and helped her out. Without a word, he guided her into the house and took her jacket. He cupped her face and took a chance. “Let me bathe you.”

She swallowed and then nodded. “I’d like that.”

Rock took her hand and walked toward the bathroom. It wasn’t a huge bathroom. He’d never even thought about it. He’d lived here alone for a long time. He certainly didn’t need a big bathroom. But maybe this house wasn’t big enough for the two of them.

Please, God. Make this work. Let me spend the rest of my days with this woman.

Rock leaned over and turned on the water. He adjusted the temperature before putting the stopper in. When he turned backto look at Lyla, she was setting her jewelry on the vanity. She’d kicked off her shoes and placed them outside the bathroom, too.

When she reached for the hem of her shirt, he stopped her. “Let me, Baby girl,” he murmured.

“Okay.” She lifted her arms and allowed him to pull her shirt over her head.

As he dropped it in the hamper, he noticed her wincing slightly. He cringed, too, when he saw the bruises on her arms. He gently held her elbow and bent to kiss one bicep and then the other. “We’ll catch him, Little Lyla. I promise.”

He held her gaze while he unbuttoned her jeans. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

She nodded and stepped closer. “I want your hands on me. I want to remember. I want to go back in time and redo it.” Her voice wobbled.

He grabbed her belt loops and hauled her closer, kissing all over her cheeks. “Will you tell me why you left, Little one?” he whispered.

“Yes. Eventually.”

“Okay. I’ll respect that. We can’t go back in time, but we have forever in front of us. It started last night. You’re mine, Lyla.” He didn’t mean to growl, but it came out that way.

She nodded, though. “I’m yours. I was always yours.”

He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, squatting to tug them off her feet one at a time while she held his shoulders. While he was still face-level with her pussy, he tucked his fingers in her panties and eased them over her hips.

She’d shaved. Everything. So fucking sexy.

He leaned forward and kissed her pussy, loving the way she moaned.

As he rose, he eased his hands slowly up her body and slid them around to unfasten her bra. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Shewas prettier than his memory had conjured. Sexier than she’d been when she’d been eighteen.

“Jesus…” he whispered. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

She shivered. Her nipples stiffened. Hard rose-colored tips reached for him, fuller than they’d been all those years ago. She weighed a few more pounds than she had then, but her breasts were fantastic, still high and firm.

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