Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
My throat was spasming as I waited, looking over and holding his gaze.
His eyes were all stormy looking, focusing on my lips before looking back up. “I asked for the day. I don’t know what orders I’ll get. I will probably get called back to headquarters, but I don’t really know.”
My tongue felt heavy. “So, you’re saying you have the night?”
Regret flared over his face, tightening his expression. His eyes flared again in sympathy.
I hated that look.
“Yeah. I have tonight.”
One night.
His finger started rubbing over my shoulder, moving under my strap. The food was long-forgotten, and he was watching me, waiting for something. I didn’t know what, but did it really matter? One night. The rest of today.
This sucked.
I asked, my throat hoarse, “Why’d you wait all year?”
He cursed under his breath. “I couldn’t.”
I knew. I mean, I knew. That’s how MCs were, especially if they sent a guy for a long-term mission. That meant he was someone. I already knew that, but he was so young and to be sent away for a nine-month assignment. Those didn’t get handed out lightly. No matter who his uncle was, Chris was meant for big things with the Red Demons.
One night. Damn.
I knew my answer to what he hadn’t asked.
“Got a place we can hang?”
His eyes dipped to my mouth. “Oh yeah.”
7
Kess
“Really?”
I gaped at the house when he pulled into a driveway, then turned my head to the house next to it. My house. And I looked back to his house.
“You were my neighbor this whole time?”
A low chuckle reverberated from him as he turned the engine off and stood from his bike. “Yep.”
I was even angrier, but one night. Dammit! I glared at him. “So not cool.”
He ignored that, taking my helmet off and hanging it on his handle. He took my hand, giving me a tug. “Come on.”
His eyes were wolfish. His gaze was lingering on my mouth, and just like that, the momentary anger was starting to subside. He hadn’t even touched me.
Walking to the house, he lifted his arm around my shoulders. I reached up for his hand so they dangled together just off the side of me. This felt nice.
I was melting against his side.
Once inside, he stepped to the kitchen. “You want something to drink?”
You.
My throat went dry.
I croaked out, “No.”
His eyes darkened, and he said softly, “Okay.”
He took my hand again, leading me down the hallway.
Were we really going to do this? Was I really going to do this? Just get right down to business? I mean, he had bought me food, but yeah.
I was nervous.
I didn’t date. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but there weren’t a lot of guys I was interested in. I had a few hookups, but not many. A girl had needs. That was, until Christopher showed up. Once he did, it was him.
Only him. All him.
All year, and I was an idiot for not approaching him.
His room was sparse. A bed. A chair. A dresser. A laundry basket in the corner. That’s all I noticed before he moved toward me.
One step.
He was right in front of me, close enough I could touch him.
Heat rose in me.
I was aching to touch him, and he was right there.
Another step.
His head folded down. His forehead rested on mine, and I reached out. My hands touched his stomach.
He was so strong, tight. There was no softness there, and both our chests rose at the same time.
I slid my hand up, pushing up his shirt, feeling the texture and contour of his muscles until I paused, right over his heart. It was speeding, just like mine, and biting down on my lip, I kept moving. His shirt was ripped off, his hand curling around my waist at the same time his head dipped.
His mouth found mine—and ooooh!
I was gone.
Done.
He was kissing me. I was kissing him.
I’d never been kissed like this.
He was commanding.
There was no soft, subtle seduction here. We both knew what we wanted. The whole year had been our foreplay, and his mouth opened over mine. I was helpless to do anything except respond. Hell, I was helpless to do anything except what my body wanted. And my body wanted a lot.
I wanted to crawl up him like he was a pole, and I wanted to feel him slide home.
Bending as his tongue swept against mine, he grabbed under my leg with one hand and his other hand on my ass. He lifted me. Oomph! He walked us backwards, lowering me gently onto the bed. He came down with me.
He moved down, his mouth trailing a path south until he lingered over my jeans.
He looked up, waiting.
I bit into my cheek and nodded. Yes, please. So many yeses.
My jeans were unbuckled, lowered, and his mouth moved there. He touched me, kissed me, and I lifted off the bed.