Page 84 of Desert Heat

“Yeah, you better take my phone, too.”

While my eyes were on the show Brandi selected, my mind went back… back to the days when he was Hunter and I was Savannah Smith….

I remembered how we kissed in the orchard, the movie date in the back of the truck, the nights we spent here on this couch. My eyes welled with tears.

I missed him.

We were both liars. My lie was no worse than his. Maybe it was time to stop being so stubborn and let love back in.

“Holy shit,” my heart pounded as a dark figure sat in a chair across the wall from my bed. “You’re starting to creep me the fuck out, Dean.”

“I’m not lover boy,” he growled low like a wolf.

My heart tripled in speed.

He was finally here, hidden in shadow. The air in the room charged instantly.

I wanted to scream, throw the lamp at his head, get up and crawl on his lap. Grab his face and fight kiss.

“I want coffee, chocolate chip pancakes with fresh cut strawberries on the side,” I drawled, pretending to yawn after as I stretched my arms, knowing it made my shirt ride up a few inches.

“Still as bossy as ever, huh, Savvy?” He uncrossed his booted feet, stood up and slowly stalked toward my bed.

“You know it,” I lifted my chin, hoping he wouldn’t notice the pulse at my throat wildly beating.

His finger trailed down my cheek. “I missed you, beautiful, so fucking much. Do you have any idea how badly you broke this?” His index finger poked his own chest.

“I hope it fucking hurt so badly you thought you’d die,” I whispered. “Because that’s how I felt.” I grabbed his shirt by the fist, pulling him close.

“I still love you,” he breathed.

“Good. Feed me. Caffeinate me. We’ll negotiate terms then.”

His brow rose. “I didn’t realize love required terms.”

“Ours does. It always did. I’m still an Outlaw Princess… and I see you still have the Perez patch on. Besides, are you opening a up a new Bradbury Chapter of The Bastards? How did you get in here anyway?”

“It was easy. I fucked with Dean’s head a little bit but finding his ex girl in New York City and giving her a free ride home. Let’s just say he’s occupied…”

“Oh, no! Please tell me you didn’t! Dean’s a good guy. She royally screwed him over,” I facepalmed.

“Debatable. Besides he needs to focus on someone other than you.”

“Is that so?”

“Umnnhmmm,” his lips nibbled the side of my neck. My nipple tightened instantaneously.

“Maybe coffee can wait, “ I moved my neck, giving him more access to skin as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I missed you too. No sex… you need to wait for that… but I could you a helping hand…”

“Right here?” He cupped my sex like he owned it. Because let’s admit that he does.

“Yessss,” I panted as he rubbed circles against my pajama pants as his mouth lowered to my breast.

His hands moved my shirt up, his mouth fastened against a tight bud. I cried out as his fingers slipped under the waist band of my pjs and right into my wet heat. He circled my bud blooming for him before pumping back in.

“River!” I cried out as my orgasm came harder and faster than ever before.

“That’s the first time you’ve cried out with my real name. I like the sound of that baby.” He drawled as he pulled away.

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