Rewind & Go: A Blue-Collar Billionaire Romance (Sander's Valley Book 1) by Nancy Corrigan Page A
Authors: Nancy Corrigan
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not the main one.”
“Really?” She tugged his zipper down with her other hand and fisted his erection. Warm, smooth, and hard, his length felt so good sliding over her palm. “What could possibly be more important than sticking this rigid cock inside me?”
The penis she held jerked. She raised a brow and flashed him a naughty smile she knew would excite him.
“Your safety.” He sat back on bent knees and drew her with him so she knelt in front of him. He settled his hands on her hips. “Your happiness.” With an upward stroke, he lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. “Your pleasure.”
He tugged her top off. A rough curse fell from his lips. He touched the ugliest bruise on the swell of her left breast. She flinched.
He popped the hook on her bra and cursed some more. “Talk, Ronnie.” He brushed her skin near the imprints of her attacker’s fingertips. “If some fucker raped you, he’s going to die.”
Chapter Five
Kyle seethed. He’d never been angrier in his life, not even when he’d shown up at Ronnie’s dad’s place with an engagement ring in his pocket, only to learn she’d left the night before. The wide-eyed look she wore didn’t help. He couldn’t tell a damn thing from it.
“Answer me.”
She licked her lips. “No, he didn’t rape me. I hit him with a sculpture I was in the middle of packing when he broke in. He was arrested and charged.” She climbed off the bed, grabbed one of his shirts from the floor, and walked toward the door. “Where’s the bathroom?”
He followed her and blocked the doorway with his body. “Dammit, Ronnie, don’t walk away from me.”
“I’m not. I’m just no longer in the mood for sex.”
He cupped her cheek. “Okay, doll, but please talk to me. I’m worried about you.”
“Look, if you want to talk, we’ll do it over coffee.” She motioned to the bed. “This is too intimate of a setting to talk about the mess my life has become.”
She had a point, and the sheen of moisture in her eyes reflected the state of her mood. He didn’t want them to come together, only for her to have regrets in the morning, thinking he took advantage of her.
He pointed to the door leading to the attached bathroom. “That’s the only clean one.”
She snorted. “You’ve embraced bachelor life, haven’t you?”
Glad the sadness on her face had been replaced by amusement, he shrugged. “Like I said, the only girl who’s ever been here is my mom, and even she’s stopped coming by. Too messy, and I won’t let her clean it.”
A warm grin spread over Ronnie’s plump mouth, making her look like some sort of goddess, beautiful and untouchable. “I can picture your mom cringing.”
“And lecturing me.” He settled his hands on her waist and spun her before he gave in to the urge to pull her into his arms. “Go on. Get a shower. Whatever. Make yourself at home.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “You don’t mind?”
The very thought of Ronnie naked in his tub and using his soap made that primitive male side of him emerge. Ridiculous, he knew, but he wanted his scent on her. And dear God, he couldn’t wait to see her in his flannel. No panties. No bra. His dick twitched.
He cleared his throat. “Nah, anything I have is yours to use. I’ll make us an early breakfast. Do you still like blueberry pancakes?”
“I do, but not the frozen kind. Toast will be fine.”
“I don’t buy much prepared food. I make pancakes from scratch. Just got a fresh pint of blueberries from the farmer’s market too.”
She stared at him with an odd expression on her face. Confusion? Awe? He couldn’t tell.
“You cook?”
He bit back his annoyance. “Yep, learned from Levi. Him and Jack bought a restaurant and bar in St. Marlowe.”
“Wow. I must say I’m impressed.” She let her gaze roam over him in a heated perusal. “An incredible body, a great personality, and you can cook. How are you still single?”
He cracked his jaw. “I
“Really?” She tugged his zipper down with her other hand and fisted his erection. Warm, smooth, and hard, his length felt so good sliding over her palm. “What could possibly be more important than sticking this rigid cock inside me?”
The penis she held jerked. She raised a brow and flashed him a naughty smile she knew would excite him.
“Your safety.” He sat back on bent knees and drew her with him so she knelt in front of him. He settled his hands on her hips. “Your happiness.” With an upward stroke, he lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. “Your pleasure.”
He tugged her top off. A rough curse fell from his lips. He touched the ugliest bruise on the swell of her left breast. She flinched.
He popped the hook on her bra and cursed some more. “Talk, Ronnie.” He brushed her skin near the imprints of her attacker’s fingertips. “If some fucker raped you, he’s going to die.”
Chapter Five
Kyle seethed. He’d never been angrier in his life, not even when he’d shown up at Ronnie’s dad’s place with an engagement ring in his pocket, only to learn she’d left the night before. The wide-eyed look she wore didn’t help. He couldn’t tell a damn thing from it.
“Answer me.”
She licked her lips. “No, he didn’t rape me. I hit him with a sculpture I was in the middle of packing when he broke in. He was arrested and charged.” She climbed off the bed, grabbed one of his shirts from the floor, and walked toward the door. “Where’s the bathroom?”
He followed her and blocked the doorway with his body. “Dammit, Ronnie, don’t walk away from me.”
“I’m not. I’m just no longer in the mood for sex.”
He cupped her cheek. “Okay, doll, but please talk to me. I’m worried about you.”
“Look, if you want to talk, we’ll do it over coffee.” She motioned to the bed. “This is too intimate of a setting to talk about the mess my life has become.”
She had a point, and the sheen of moisture in her eyes reflected the state of her mood. He didn’t want them to come together, only for her to have regrets in the morning, thinking he took advantage of her.
He pointed to the door leading to the attached bathroom. “That’s the only clean one.”
She snorted. “You’ve embraced bachelor life, haven’t you?”
Glad the sadness on her face had been replaced by amusement, he shrugged. “Like I said, the only girl who’s ever been here is my mom, and even she’s stopped coming by. Too messy, and I won’t let her clean it.”
A warm grin spread over Ronnie’s plump mouth, making her look like some sort of goddess, beautiful and untouchable. “I can picture your mom cringing.”
“And lecturing me.” He settled his hands on her waist and spun her before he gave in to the urge to pull her into his arms. “Go on. Get a shower. Whatever. Make yourself at home.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “You don’t mind?”
The very thought of Ronnie naked in his tub and using his soap made that primitive male side of him emerge. Ridiculous, he knew, but he wanted his scent on her. And dear God, he couldn’t wait to see her in his flannel. No panties. No bra. His dick twitched.
He cleared his throat. “Nah, anything I have is yours to use. I’ll make us an early breakfast. Do you still like blueberry pancakes?”
“I do, but not the frozen kind. Toast will be fine.”
“I don’t buy much prepared food. I make pancakes from scratch. Just got a fresh pint of blueberries from the farmer’s market too.”
She stared at him with an odd expression on her face. Confusion? Awe? He couldn’t tell.
“You cook?”
He bit back his annoyance. “Yep, learned from Levi. Him and Jack bought a restaurant and bar in St. Marlowe.”
“Wow. I must say I’m impressed.” She let her gaze roam over him in a heated perusal. “An incredible body, a great personality, and you can cook. How are you still single?”
He cracked his jaw. “I
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