Rewind & Go: A Blue-Collar Billionaire Romance (Sander's Valley Book 1) by Nancy Corrigan

dipping into her opening. “Give me the real reason.”
    “I trusted you.”
    “Why?” He whispered the question.
    “Because I loved you.”
    “Loved.” He turned away, taking his tempting finger with him. He rubbed circles on her inner thigh instead. Her mind hazed a little on a surge of reawakened lust. “I loved you too.”
    She almost wished she’d said something different, but she hadn’t. The past couldn’t be changed. She’d moved on. Her relationship with Kyle had become a memory, nothing more.
    “I loved your body back then. I know it’s silly, but I thought that if I ever saw you again, you’d look the same.”
    She had a little extra softness around her middle and her breasts were plumper, but she liked how she looked. “I grew up.”
    He swept his gaze over her, lingering on her breasts straining against her shirt and the vee between her legs. “You turned into a beautiful woman, Ronnie. You’ve shattered all my fantasies. You know that, don’t you?”
    She flashed him a teasing smile, glad they weren’t talking about love anymore. Sex was easier to deal with. “I can’t say I care unless I starred in them.”
    “You always have. Everywhere I go, I remember time spent with you.”
    She didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he’d always held a special place in her heart, but she’d dated after him, even came close to moving in with a guy once. There was no reason to feel guilty for her relationships after she’d left Kyle. Except, with his brown eyes locked on to hers, she did.
    “But small towns are like that. I remember almost hitting a bicyclist down at the corner of Fifth and Oak. To this day, I slow down going through there.”
    He came to her rescue again. She couldn’t think of any guy she’d dated who’d been so attuned to her body language that he’d pick up on her tension and seek to ease it.
    “Yeah, it’s a dangerous spot.” She mentally rolled her eyes at her lame response but couldn’t come up with anything else. Well, there was one thing that would stop the painful trip down memory lane. “You know, we have way too many clothes on if we’re going to fuck.”
    “Patience, doll. We’re getting to it.” He skimmed his hands down her thighs to her ankles and slipped her heels off, tossing them across the room. With his thumbs, he rubbed her arches. She moaned. “Do you like that?”
    “Yes, I hate wearing shoes, especially dress shoes.”
    “You always were a flip-flop kind of girl.”
    She grinned. It shouldn’t surprise her that he remembered all the little details about their youth, but it did. It also made her feel incredibly special.
    “I still am.” She motioned toward the far end of the room, where her shoes had been tossed. “Those are for business purposes only.”
    He worked his magic fingers over her calves. The first stroke sent a tiny bite of pain through her. He rubbed circles into the muscle. It loosened, and she went limp. “And you decided heels was an appropriate footwear choice for a five-hour road trip?”
    “I had an appointment with the private investigator…” She bit the inside of her cheek. She hadn’t meant to mention the mess her life had become.
    He let her foot drop and crawled over her. Propped on his elbows above her, he studied her. His eyes narrowed “Why do you need a PI, Ronnie?”
    “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.” No way would she draw Kyle into her issues. Knowing him, he’d want to slay all her dragons and carry her home on his steed.
    She caressed his muscled chest in an effort to distract them both. The tiny hairs dotting it tickled her fingers. She focused on the sensation. It grounded her and stopped her from thinking about the uncertainties. Her mom’s big secret. And her regret.
    “Tonight I want to explore your body.” She glanced at him from under her lashes. “That is why you brought me here, isn’t it?”
    He grasped her wrist before she reached his waistband. “It’s one of the reasons,