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“Me too,” she smiles with a soft chortle. “I missed you, too.”
Our lips graze. The world around us fades. There’s only one thing I need right now—my mouth on hers. I need to taste my beautiful girl. Holding her tight, it’s exactly what I do. And now, I really am home.
Chapter Nineteen
The sight of the Wrangler parked outside my door makes me blush. Memories of our call flurry around in my head, causing my pulse to race when Brody jumps out of the Jeep and stands there, smirking at me. The white shirt he’s wearing hangs loose over the top of his dark chinos with the first few buttons open so that the light smattering of hair on his chest peeks out slightly. It’s hot. He’s hot.
Brody Spencer is over six feet of every woman’s fantasy. Tall, tanned, more handsome than any man should ever be. And beneath the clothes, he’s etched in lean muscles. In all honesty, he should come with a warning and a complimentary fanning service too. Pushing his already rolled sleeves higher up his strong forearms, he gives me a salacious grin as though he can read my thoughts.
“Ready?” he asks, scratching over his short scruff. The action is nonchalant and yet so cocksure that it’s promising without a single word.
“I can’t believe Pete let you rent from him again.”
“Rent?” he scoffs, that arrogant air he holds so well, deepening his voice. “This baby is mine now. My favorite place.” Brody pats the soft roof as though he’s petting a puppy.
Christ, I didn’t actually think he would purchase the Jeep. In my mind, it was all dirty talk, but true to himself, he surprises me again.
When I reach him, Brody lightly pinches my chin between his finger and thumb. Leaning closer before he places a chaste kiss on my lips. While I wait for more, he holds his mouth close to mine. Maybe he’s teasing, but it feels a lot more like savoring when he hums and his other hand strokes over my cheek softly.
“Get inside,” he growls, a hand slipping beneath the loose skirt of my tea dress to my ass as he spins us.
With my back against the side of the car, Brody opens the door with another kiss to my lips. This time lingering for a beat before he hitches me up onto the passenger seat. Hands squeezing my thighs while his lips kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask when he pulls back.
“To dinner.”
The door shuts before I can ask more. Every part of me is buzzing in anticipation of our date and with the excitement of having Brody back. It’s not until now that I’m realizing I didn’t truly believe he’d come back. Not for me at least. But here we are.
Brody takes my hand when he starts the engine, and without a single word, places it on his thigh. Smoothing my fingers so that it’s molded to him. Before he takes his hand away, he gives it a squeeze so that I can feel his hard muscles clench beneath my hold.
The entire drive feels so normal, like we’ve been riding beside each other for years and the silence is filled with a warmth I was missing until him. I’m blindsided by the sudden panic that he’ll be leaving again soon. Too soon. And although I force my emotions down, I can’t resist the urge to hold on to him tighter.
“How long are you staying?” I ask, my voice catching as I grip his thigh. The sidelong glance Brody gives me congeals the air in my lungs. “How long do I have you for, Brody?”
“As long as you want me,” he smiles, clearly trying to calm my anxiety. He knows that’s not what I meant, though, as he adds, “But I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. Texas is a big deal for the team, I can’t let them down.”
It shouldn’t hurt like this. It shouldn’t feel like my insides are about to be ripped from me.
“Six Grand Prixs with a two week break after Mexico and another after Brazil, before we head back to the Middle East for the last three races.”
“You’ve just done three weeks in two different continents and three different time zones. How are you so…”
“So?” Brody rests a hand on my knee, trailing up my thigh until it’s buried beneath my dress. The stroke of his thumb over my skin causes me to shiver, jumbling my thoughts for a beat with the heat pulsing deep in my belly.
“Soooo…not jet-lagged?”
“It just is. The adrenaline keeps me going, and mostly, the calendar is planned so that you have breaks between major time zone shifts.”
“What’s the longest run between breaks?”
“Are you trying to prepare for the future?” He gives me a wide grin as we pause outside a large, gated beachfront home.
The walls are high enough with bushes that surpass the yellow brick, blocking the property from view. But these places have always been owned by the rich, out-of-town folk. They all have their own stretch of private beach and an assigned mooring at the marina. It’s a well-known thing in this town that when you purchase one of these properties, you’re buying into a lifestyle of luxury.
“You gonna answer my question?” Brody asks, releasing his seat belt before he turns slightly toward me.
When his eyes meet mine, I’m hit with a sudden fear that no matter what I say will be wrong. Looking down at my lap, I focus on his hand and the way it clutches my thigh possessively, making my mouth dry with the revelation that he's the only man that has ever touched me like this.
