Huck Manning was in my shower. Did I want him as much as I had all those years ago? I wasn’t nineteen any longer. Not an innocent young woman who was infatuated with the rugged older cowboy. After what my dad had done, how I’d not gone to Huck and talked to him about Claire, he still wanted me. No guy would wash with rose soap otherwise.

I climbed from the bed and pushed the bathroom door open. Steam billowed over the top of the shower curtain. His boxers were on the yellow bath mat.

I took off my T-shirt, bra, and panties and slid back the shower curtain. I wanted Huck for all the right reasons now. It was time to show him that.

13

SARAH

Sunday night

Huck was naked. Wet. I took in the strong back muscles. Soap bubbles sliding down over his taut butt. He turned. Then my mouth went dry. I stared. I couldn’t help it. I shouldn’t objectify the man by ogling his body.

But… holy shit.

I couldn’t look away from his broad torso, the rock-hard abs. The jutting cock that was thick and long and now aimed straight at me.

He’d been inside me. Once. We’d made out for months, getting hotter and heavier until that night in the back of his truck. It had changed everything for me. Gave me something that had come from our love, even if only for a short time.

“Joining me, baby girl?” he asked when I hadn’t moved, my hand still on the shower curtain.

It pulled my thoughts back to the present. Finally I met Huck’s gaze. Saw the question there. The heat. The amusement. I couldn’t help but smile, and knew what he was asking wasn’t as simple as me stepping into my tub.

Was I joining Huck? For good? Because I knew this was it. Huck was all in. He could’ve snuck out while I slept. He could’ve never come to O’Banyons.

I’d made up my mind when I took his hand at the shop, so I stepped in beside him, slid the curtain closed behind us. His body blocked me from the hot spray.

He set one hand on the tile behind me, the other on my hip, lowered his head, and kissed me. His lips were insistent, and his tongue immediately plunged and found mine.

He growled, low and deep, as he drove me wild with just his mouth. He angled his head, took more. His whiskers rasped my skin as he kissed along my jaw to my ear.

“Baby girl, what you do to me,” he murmured, then nipped the spot where my neck and shoulder met. Stepping closer, he set his knee between mine, his dick pressing long and thick against my belly.

“Huck,” I whispered, my eyes closed, my head angled back to give him room. I was more aroused from just a kiss from Huck than having sex with another guy. Neither previous lover had gotten me off. Only Huck had been able to do it, and I was close now. My breasts ached. My nipples were hard. My pussy longed for his touch. To be filled. It was as if my body remembered him.