Chapter 34

“I imagined you constantly,” he went on. “After you said you needed space, I tried to tell myself that you couldn’t have been as sexy as I remembered. But I was so fucking wrong.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “Memories of you got me through Mexico. You’re everything to me.”

Shock and hope sparked inside her. “Pierce, you mean so much—”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and seized her mouth before she could finish. Brea didn’t object, simply gave in to his urgency and opened herself to him, helpless to stop this new rise of desire.

Pierce tangled their tongues and slid deeper into her mouth, kissing her senseless—while managing to unfasten the clasps of her bra at her back. When the last hook gave way, he tore the garment from her body, took her breasts in his rough hands, and sucked desperately at her nipples. The pull multiplied the desire building again between her legs.

She wanted it. Craved him. But her breasts felt too tender. “Ouch.”

He frown