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When her hands reach up to close the trunk, our eyes connect. Hers widen in shock as her mouth drops open.
“Mav.”
My name comes out more of a question, as if asking herself if it’s really me. She may look different, but I know I don’t look like the same kid she said goodbye to either. My hair is shaved close to my scalp. The tattoos covering my arm are, in a lot of ways, thanks to her. Her artwork growing up inspired a lot of the pieces that are now forever etched into my skin. Her eyes roam over my body, to the duffel bag slung over my shoulder.
Nodding my head, I reply, “Ryan. It’s good to see you.”
I hold the door open and wave my hand in front of me, encouraging her to climb inside. Her eyes furrow for a moment before she quickly looks up at me. I’m waiting for the inevitable remark to come because when has Ryan ever ignored the opportunity to provide her smart-ass commentary?
“You followin’ me around again, Maverick?” Her lip curls up on the edge and I fight off the urge to kiss the smirk right off her sexy mouth.
“Don’t tempt me, Rebel.” The double meaning is clear. She knows I’d follow her and not do a damn thing to hide it. I also am not even trying to disguise the look of desire on my face.
Pulling her sunglasses from where they are hung on the front of her tank top, she slides them over her face.
“I figured we could share a ride. I’m feeling a little nostalgic after the last time we took a ride together.”
“You think you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself this time around?”
I wish I could see her eyes, so I could read her expression. I’m not sure if she’s baiting me or if that’s what she really wants.
Tilting my head in close to her neck, I let my breath feather across her skin as I whisper, “When I get the chance to put my hands on you again, Rebel, I promise it will be because we both want it. You may even find yourself begging for it.”
