Once Her Man, Always Her Man (1 Night Stand Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

read them and see the life you’d built for yourself.”
    “And have you?” She stood directly in front of him then, staring up at him, tears shimmering in her eyes.
    “Nope. I wanted to, but I had the idea for Mike’s Place and I guess I came back here because I wanted to be close to you. Told myself I’d get Mike’s Place started and then I’d read them.”
    “You were never going to read them, Luke Dexter.” Exasperated amusement, not censure, filtered through her words.
    “I’m an ass, Becca. I’m an ass who loved you too much to hold onto you. But I’m not ass enough to walk away this time. I’m right here. I’ll do whatever penance you want, I’ll get on my knees if you need me too, and I’ll crawl the rest of my life if that’s what it takes to prove it to you.” The text-messaged words echoed in his mind. They were the right words. “Life doesn’t always offer second chances and I sure as sh—heck don’t deserve one, but….”
    He hesitated. He wasn’t pleading his case really well. Hell, he didn’t even know if she had some jackass in her life. He considered the way she’d crawled into his lap and the lack of ring on her finger and he’d bet he could push the imaginary boyfriend out without a hell of a lot of effort.
    Rebecca blew a breath up at the hair tumbling in her eyes. She turned back toward the truck and his heart squeezed. He’d blown it. Somewhere in that muddied, dumbass explanation he’d shot his chance to hell. But instead of getting in the truck, she tossed her purse inside and pivoted to race across the six feet separating them.
    He braced, catching her as she slammed into him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck and then she kissed him. He devoured her mouth, meeting her eager tongue with his own. She was soft and curvy beneath the dress. His hands closed over her bottom, kneading it through the material. She’d always been soft.
    But her girlish figure was beautifully rounded now. In the hind part of his brain, he recognized she’d put on weight, but it filled out all the right parts of her body. The woman in his arms was like a live grenade and his body was the clip. Her mouth moved to his jaw and when her teeth bit down on his throat, he laughed. Her greedy little mouth always left hickeys.
    God, I hope she leaves one right now .
    “Make love to me, Luke.” The words lodged next to his heart, shoving away the last barricade to the past.
    “It’s a thirty minute drive to the house,” he groaned. His cock was so hard, he regretted the fit of his dress pants. “But I think we can make it in fifteen.”
    “No.” She leaned back, trusting her weight to his hands, her fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He needed a haircut.
    And a shave.
    And a shower.
    And some roses.
    Hell, he needed a lot of roses.
    Wait, did she just say no?
    “Babe?” The word came out on a harsh exhale.
    “No. No driving, no house, no waiting. Right now. Right there.” She jerked her thumb toward the truck. “You have a blanket in the back seat.”
    His body revved at the thought. “But sweetheart, it’s cold .”
    “So, you don’t think you can warm me up, Marine?” Her lips twitched into a saucy smile and rusty laughter wheezed out of him. Yeah, he could warm her up. He strode toward the truck, every step bumping her hips with his, teasing the hell out of him. He would die if he didn’t get her clothes off.
    She started to slide down and he squeezed her ass, pressing her against him. His cock swelled further. “Uh uh. No moving, missy. I got this.”
    Her mouth closed on his earlobe and pleasure zinged through him. He one armed open the back door, grabbed his go pack and tossed the whole lot into the bed of the truck. Two rolled blankets followed.
    “You came prepared.” Silky amusement colored the voice whispering in his ear and Luke shoved the door shut and carried her around to the back. One click and the gate opened. A hard