“Why are we here?” she finally asks.

“I need to work on my bike. Why else would we be here?”

“It’s like midnight. Don’t you ever sleep?”

“Not anymore. I told you, I can’t sleep for shit without you naked and next to me.” I walk away, unbuttoning my shirt, before pulling it off and setting it on the closest car.

I kneel down in front of my Harley and reach for my tools. Onyx watches me in silence for a few seconds before she drops her bag down beside her and takes a seat on the hood of the car next to her. “I’ve kind of missed this, you know.” She pauses and waits for me to respond, but I don’t. I want her to keep going. “You working on your bike here and me watching. Us laughing and talking. I miss you like that.”

I continue to work on my bike, not looking back at Onyx. “You always made it hard to get any work done. Your smell alone was enough to arouse me, but when you would undress behind me, sitting on a car . . .” My words trail off and I smirk to myself, knowing by the sound of her breathing that she’s reliving the memories.

“What,” she breathes. “Don’t stop there, Hemy.”

“All I could think about was burying myself deep between those thighs.” I stand up, drop my tools, and walk over to stand between her legs. Placing my hands on her thighs, I trail my hands up them. “My thighs. All I wanted to do was to own your little pussy and release myself so deep inside you that I would ruin you for anyone else.”

Her breathing picks up as I spread her legs and step between them. “Mmm . . . and I wanted you deep inside me. I never could watch you getting dirty without wanting you to get me dirty. Funny how that works.” She leans forward and runs her tongue over my mouth, her tongue lingering on my ring before sucking my lip along with it into her mouth. “You were so damn sexy working on your bike that my clothes practically fell off. That look you made when concentrating on your work. Oh shit, I’ll never forget that look.”

I tangle my fingers in the back of her hair and look down at her with a serious look of concentration, imitating what she just described. It’s not all just an act. I’m taking my time and concentrating on every last inch of her beauty. I bite my lip as she closes her eyes and breathes in. I know I have her. “This one,” I question, stepping in closer to press my erection between her thighs.

Her body jerks from below me as I grind my hips a little. “Oh God, yes.” She opens her eyes and takes in my face, her eyes filled with lust. “That one, exactly. Why are you doing this, Hemy? You knew this would happen if you brought me here. We can’t keep doing this. I can’t let myself fall in love with you again.”

“You falling back in love with me is the only thing I want.” Gripping her hair tighter, I crush my lips against hers, owning her lips, breath, and taste. Everything that she is right now is mine and I intend on keeping it this way. I’m taking this moment and owning it.

Her lips instantly part, allowing me entrance just like in the past. Everything about this moment brings me back to four years ago, and it only makes me want her more. Pulling back, I breathe against her lips, my hands still tangled in her hair. “You taste so damn good, baby.” I bring one hand down and rub my thumb over her cheek before trailing down and over her bottom lip. “Seeing you up on the hood of this car makes me want to take you right here.” I kiss her neck and make my way up to her ear, stopping to whisper. “Do you want that, baby? Huh? You want to remember what it was like, me taking you here, me all dirty and sweaty?”

“No,” she whispers, pushing on my chest. “That’s the last reminder I need, Hemy.”

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look up into my eyes. I can tell by her heavy breathing and fidgeting that she’s lying. She always did have a hard time hiding her feelings from me. “Dammit, Onyx. Don’t lie to me. Tell. Me. The. Truth.”

She nods her head, her breathing picking up as she reaches up to let my hair down. She looks lost in thought for a moment before she speaks. “You have no idea how sexy your hair is. Every time I look at you, all I can think about is gripping onto it as you make love to me.”

My heart beats wildly in my chest, but then sinks to my stomach as she turns her head away in shame. She does that when she says something she didn’t mean to. Every part of me wants her to mean those damn words. I may not have made love to her in the past, but things have changed. I’ve changed. I’m willing to give her anything she wants.

I pull her face back to mine and bring my lips down to hover over hers, our heavy breathing mingling together. “If you give me a chance,” I bring my eyes up to meet hers,” I’ll make love to you. I’m capable of more than you think now, Onyx.”

She stares at me for a second, not saying a word, before a small smile creeps over her face. “Well, not tonight.” She grips my hair and pulls on it roughly. “Tonight, I want you to fuck me like you did four years ago.” She yanks my hair harder before releasing it. “Show me the old Hemy. My Hemy.”

Her words set me off and before she can register what I’m doing, I have her back pressed against the hood of the car and her pants in my hands, yanking them down her legs. Kissing the inside of her thigh, I pull her boots off and toss them, before tossing her tight little jeans next to them.

I spread her legs further and kiss my way up to her stomach while reaching for her white tank top. “Fuck, Onyx.” I love the way she looks laying across the hood of a car. I nibble my lip ring while pulling her shirt above her head and reaching behind her to release her bra. I take a few seconds to admire her body before gripping her thong in my hand and pulling her body into mine. Nothing is standing in the way of being inside her now but my jeans and her tiny lace thong. It’s exactly like it was when we first fell in love. It’s just too bad she never knew it.

Twisting her panties in my hand, I rip them off, the white lace coming untied with little effort. Onyx lets out a moan and arches her back as I lace one arm beneath her and bite down into her shoulder. “Oh God, Hemy,” she pants. “Hurry up and get those jeans off.”

Smiling against her neck, I work on taking off my jeans with one hand, while reaching down with my other to rub circles over her swollen clit. “Mmm . . . you’re so wet for me, baby.” I slide my jeans down my legs and let them drop, before spinning Onyx around and slamming her down onto the hood, grabbing the back of her hair.