Those damn lips curved up, getting my lady bits all kinds of excited and wishing he’d move his hand a few inches to the left and down. “Now, Roxy, I thought it was nothing to write home about?”

I had said that. And I also realized we were thinking about two very different things. Kissing versus sex. I really needed to tell him what happened. “Reece, I—­”

“There’s something I want to be up front about,” he said, cutting in. He dipped his head so that when he spoke, his breath danced along my cheek. “I told you that I missed you and I was done missing you.”

My brain emptied. “Yeah, yeah you did.”

“But that’s not the only thing,” he explained while my heart started to pound. “Obviously there is something between us. Drunk or not, that night would’ve never happened if there wasn’t.”

“Wait. You said you regretted that night. That you—­”

“Yeah, I wish that night didn’t happen, Roxy. Only because I want to remember the first time I got inside you. I want to recall every second of thrusting into you, inch by inch, and commit that to memory, babe. That’s why I regret it and fully plan on rectifying that situation.”

Oh, holy balls, what he just said was light-­me-­on-­fire hot. So steaming hot I wasn’t even focusing on the fact he’d never been in me. No guy, not even Reece, ever talked to me like that.

I liked it.

So did my girlie parts.

Katie once told me she knew this guy who could make her wet just by speaking to her, and I seriously didn’t believe her. Now I did. Totally did. Definitely no longer an urban legend. It was possible—­wait a sec. He planned on rectifying the situation?

“You know what the fucking hardest thing the last eleven months was to watch?”

“No,” I whispered.

His voice was rough, a low rumble. “Seeing you with guys who weren’t even worth a minute of your time—­­people that make me wonder what kind of shit choice in guys you have.”

I started to defend my taste in men, but I snapped my mouth shut. Yeah, the last ­couple of guys I’d gone out with were kind of bad. Not Dean. He was just . . . blah. Boring.

“You go out with these tools while you’d turn and run from me.”

“You’re worth my time?” I asked, unable to stop myself from doing so.

The tilt to his lips was knowing, arrogant and annoyingly sexy. “Babe, you have no idea how worth your time I am.” The hand on my hip tightened. “I’m not wanting to be just friends with you, Roxy. Hell no, but if that’s all you want, then I’ll deal with it. I just need to lay it all out there. So we’re both on the same page. You know what I want.”

Static transmitted through his shoulder radio, a dispatcher calling in a traffic accident on a back road not too far from here. Keeping his eyes on me, he moved his hand and hit a button I couldn’t see on the radio. “This is Unit Three-­oh-­one,” he said. “I’m en route.”