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Whatever crazy dynamic they had going on when they were younger didn’t have to continue on now. As he’d parked his bike outside, he’d concluded he needed to spend time getting to know the Remington she’d grown into, not the one he’d thought he’d known.
“Okay. If there aren’t any questions, we’re good.”
He waited to see if Remington would acknowledge him, and they could talk. She covertly glanced at him while she was finishing picking up her stuff. He’d be patient and wait her out.
“I don’t have any questions, but I want to reiterate how impressed I am with what you’ve built.”
He watched her think through his words for any hidden meaning. He needed to work on building a good working relationship with Remington because everything he’d done so far hadn’t helped.
“Thanks.” Her husky voice had him thinking of things he’d love to do to her.
“So, fight night is coming up again,” he questioned.
“Yes, are you wanting a rematch?”
“No, I was hoping to attend it unscathed this time. I figured I’d just watch. You busy then or maybe I could take you out to eat on Thursday?”
He wanted to make amends and spending time with her wouldn’t be a hardship. Everything about her called to him, even her strength. The fact she’d starred in his dreams last night had him rethinking everything he believed about her. Despite her making him fume during most of their interactions, he also wanted to slide his hand into her ponytail, turn her face toward his and claim her full lush lips. He was half hard thinking about how she’d looked in his dream above him, riding him.
“Why?”
Not the answer he expected but he could understand her reticence.
“Man, you don’t ask the easy questions. Easy answer is we need to work together, and I’ve done a fantastic job of fucking up our working relationship before it even started.”
“What if I don’t want the easy answer?”
Her biting her lip as she asked the question had him glancing around the room, verifying everyone had left. He stepped closer, seeing her eyes widen. Did Remington have the same thoughts about him? After holding her in his arms, he couldn’t get her off his mind. He slowly reached toward her hair, sliding his hand into the ponytail, cataloguing each response she had.
“Then I’d tell you I can’t get the feel of you in my arms off my mind. I wonder what you’d taste like.”
A slight shiver told him Remington wasn’t immune to him. Leaning closer, he gave her seconds to back away. When she didn’t, he claimed her lips, realizing her tongue tangling with his and having her in his arms was exactly what had been missing.
Her arms wrapping around him had him tugging her flush with him. His cock nestled against her, proclaiming everything he wanted to do with her. Backing her up against the table, he grasped her ass, lifting her onto the table. Remington opened her legs, making a place for him. He nestled in, not caring who might walk back in.
She was better than he’d imagined. Her taste, her scent, the sweet sounds she was making as he caressed her breast through her clothes, tweaking her hard nipple.
“Remington, are you locking up?”
Winnie’s voice had Remington rigid in his arms.
“Yes, I’ll be right there.”
She scooted back a little, pulling her arms from around him. He hoped, no, prayed she wasn’t regretting their kiss. He’d never felt that response from a woman before.
“Dinner Thursday?”
He really hoped she said yes. If she didn’t, he’d be doing some investigating and planning because what he’d found with Remington was something he’d never had before. The way she caught fire in his arms had him wanting to tear her clothes off and not leave their bed for a week. And there was going to be a ‘their’bed.
“Yes.”
The word was short and quiet, but he’d fucking take it. He’d been worried she would back out after their kiss. Now, he’d have to figure out a spectacular first date because he wasn’t that guy who planned perfect dates but for Remington, it had to be perfect. He didn’t want to give her any ammunition to keep him away. He had some ideas, but he might need to do a little recon to find out her likes and dislikes.
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IT HAD ONLY TAKEN Acouple of hours for Remington to start regretting saying yes to War. There was a thin line between love and hate—sometimes you couldn’t help yourself. It’s like ice cream—you hate what it does to your hips, but you can’t resist it either. His taste and touch had overwhelmed her, and she hadn’t been able to resist. She’d been lying in bed when she finally admitted to herself one kiss and touch from War had blown every sexual encounter away. If his kiss was that explosive, what would it be like when she had him? And she would have him. She wasn’t denying herself the pleasure but there would be ground rules.
He could be in charge in the bedroom sometimes because she had no doubt, he could rock her world but in real life, she wanted a man to stand beside her. Whether this lasted a night or longer, he’d need to understand she wasn’t changing for anyone. Sure, if they decided they wanted more then there was the little give and take in a relationship that she’d be up for, but giving up her job or her passion with Kathryn’s Wings wouldn’t happen.
