Chapter 1: A Chance Collision
The sultry heat of Nashville clung to Alexis like a second skin as she strutted down Broadway, her boots clicking against the pavement. Neon signs flickered above, casting a seductive glow over the honky-tonk bars spilling with music and laughter. She was a firecracker at 5’2”, curves packed into tight denim shorts and a black tank top, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Ten years had honed her into a woman who knew what she wanted—and right now, she wanted a stiff drink and maybe a little trouble.
She didn’t expect trouble to come in the form of Sean fucking Matthews.
He was leaning against the brick wall of a dive bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips, ink sprawling across his muscular arms. At 6’3”, he towered over the crowd, his presence commanding, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Those piercing green eyes locked onto her as she froze mid-step, her breath catching. High school flashed through her mind—stolen kisses behind the bleachers, his hands on her hips, the way he’d made her heart race. Ten years, and he was still a goddamn vision.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Sean drawled, flicking the cigarette away, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “Alexis Harper, in the flesh. Thought I’d never see that pretty face again.”
She smirked, crossing her arms to push her chest up just a little, knowing damn well he noticed. “Sean Matthews. Still breaking hearts with that bad-boy bullshit, I see. What’s it been, a decade? You look... taller.” Her eyes flicked down his body, lingering on the bulge in his jeans. “And... bigger.”
He chuckled, stepping closer, the scent of whiskey and leather wrapping around her. “And you’re still a smart-mouthed little spitfire. I like that. What’re you doing in Nashville, darlin’? Looking for a cowboy to ride?”
Alexis tilted her head, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe I am. But I don’t settle for just any stallion. You still got the goods, Matthews, or has time worn you down?”
“Oh, I’ve got the goods,” he shot back, his grin wicked as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “And I’ve only gotten better with age. Care to test that theory?”
Her pulse hammered, heat pooling low in her belly. She wasn’t some shy teenager anymore; she was a woman who took what she wanted. And fuck, she wanted him. “Lead the way, big boy. Let’s see if you can keep up.”
They barely made it into the alley beside the bar before the tension snapped. Sean pinned her against the cool brick, his hands gripping her hips with a hunger that matched her own. “You’ve got no idea how many nights I’ve thought about this,” he growled, his lips brushing her neck, sending sparks through her.
“Then stop talking and show me,” she snapped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that was all teeth and fire. Their tongues clashed, desperate, as her nails dug into his shoulders. She could feel him, hard and pressing against her thigh through his jeans, and damn if it didn’t make her wet just thinking about that cock she’d fantasized about for years.
His hand slid down, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. “Fuck, Alexis, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice rough with need.
“Good,” she purred, nipping at his jaw. “Now shut up and make me drip.”
Their clothes were a barrier they couldn’t shed fast enough, the humid air kissing their skin as they tore at each other, panting, sweating, the promise of something explosive building between them...
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