Excerpt:
The crunch of gravel spins us both toward a shiny black GMC Sierra heading our way.
My stomach drops into my boots. There’s no mistaking the telltale logo on the truck’s door: Lilith’s Leathers in swirling, hot-pink script.
The last time I saw this rig, it held a custom wooden camper where I spent the most unforgettable night of my life.
The door opens, and a shapely leg emerges, wearing a tall black boot. A delicate hand grasps the door frame, silver rings twinkling in the spring sunlight. With feline grace, the driver slides out and reaches for something on the passenger seat, a motion that pulls her leather skirt tight across the generous swell of her hips.
“Where’d you go, you slippery little shit?” Her gravelly voice raises goosebumps on my skin.
That voice is seared into my memory—raspy, low, rough as moonshine and just as intoxicating, purring filthy words that haunt my dreams.
“Lilith?” I croak.
She straightens and shakes out her riot of black curls—curls that once caressed my trembling belly as she slid down, down, down, a wicked grin on her scarlet lips.
Clutching a handful of papers, she slowly turns to face me—and Aggie, of course. My elderly aunt may be hard of hearing, but she has eyes like a hawk’s.
For Aggie’s sake, I restrain myself from tackling this goddess and slamming my body against her sinful curves.
Lilith’s gaze snaps to mine. She rolls the documents and tucks them into her pocket, then crosses her arms, framing plump, perfect breasts beneath her leather vest. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the handsome carpenter.” Her plush lips tilt in a snarky smile, but she can’t hide the heat in her espresso-dark eyes—not from me, not after I’ve seen her come apart in my arms, over and over again.
She scans the clearing behind us. “I’m looking for Zachary Dupré.”
Inflating my chest, I swagger closer and lower my voice so Aggie won’t hear. “Forgot my name so soon? Don’t pretend you didn’t scream yourself hoarse repeating it.” Dipping my head, I bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “Don’t stop, Zax, don’t you dare stop.”
I can still feel the sting of her nails raking my back, her heels digging into my ass.
A flush tints her cheekbones. “Zax for Zachary. Of course. Small world, isn’t it?”
She remembers me, all right. Her pulse leaps visibly in her throat, and her pupils are blown wide.
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