Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

“I know.” Sliding my hands up his chest, I cradle his jaw. “I know you would’ve been here. I just don’t understand how she was able to intercept all those calls and messages. It doesn’t make sense.”

Rhett shakes his head and pushes himself up in the bed, bringing me with him.

“I know, but you have to understand that in the beginning, I was so busy—in and out of interviews and meetings, not to mention all the damn training I was doing. Bill and Nikki were around all the time those first few months, and she had access to my phone. I wasn’t allowed to take it in with me during interviews, and when I was training, it was always in my locker.”

“Which she could get to.”

He nods. “I will never forgive myself for not being here after your father’s stroke.”

“Don’t.” I press my cheek to the palm of his hand. “No more, okay? We let go of those regrets today.”

“Deal.” Rhett pulls me in close.

His warm, spicy scent wraps around me, and I hold on for dear life, because this is everything I needed and everything I missed.

“Maybe we should revisit the better parts of our past by taking a trip back in time,” he suggests.

“Oooh… I like where this is going. What are you thinking, Mr. Allen?”

“Mr. Allen. I like that. Let’s use it more often.”

I giggle when he grabs my ass.

“I’m going to my parents’ for dinner this week. Come with me. We can hop on the horses and take a ride down by the creek.”

“That sounds amazing, but I’ll have to find someone to stay with my dad.” I start scrolling through my head for possible contenders. I know Claire’s mom and her aunt would do it in a heartbeat, but they’re his full-time caregivers while I work, so I hate to ask them to put in more hours. And I could ask Claire, but—

“Bring him.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Rhett laughs. “My parents would love to see him—I would love to see him.”

With a flutter in my chest, I return his smile. “Okay. Let me talk to him about it, and I’ll let you know.” I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and Rhett moans.

“Do you have to go?”

My clothes are still damp from the rain as I slide them on, and when I slip my feet into my sandals, they make a squishy sound.

“I wish I didn’t.”

I lean across the bed to give him one more quick kiss, but he has other ideas.

His fingers slide into my hair, and he holds me in place. My lips part, and in a matter of seconds my body is at his mercy, fired up and ready to go.

“I have to leave.” I rest our foreheads together. “Thank you,” I whisper, my lips grazing his.

“For what?”

“For forgiving me. For coming home. For being you.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, kissing me between each response. “Let me get some clothes on, and I’ll walk you out.”

“No. Stay here. You look comfortable. I can let myself out.” I bend over to grab my phone—which somehow ended up on the floor—and Rhett growls.

“You’re teasing me.”

I shake my ass, and he growls again.