“I’ll see you to your door.”
“No!” She recovers her composure. “I mean, it’s not necessary.”
Not for her perhaps, but I still need to find another way into her life. Turning up at her workplace constantly is going to start seeming real creepy soon enough. Why can’t this woman just be like the women in my past? Easily persuaded.
I glance over her silky hair, strands of it falling across her face, to her slightly slanted eyes and over the rest of her bad girl image. Is it because she is nothing like the women in my past? This whole thing doesn’t jive. That must be what’s throwing my off my game. Previous girlfriends were wholesome, upfront sort of women. Yeah once you got them into bed that usually changed but I knew where I stood with them.
The innocence in those green eyes is enough to confuse any man. And it’s playing merry hell with my libido. I can’t deny I’m curious to find out if she’d change too once I got her into bed.
“I’d like to make sure you’re safe,” I prompt.
“Not much can happen between here and my door. I know you think I’m hopeless” —she laughs— “but I can navigate a few steps without coming to harm.”
“I don’t think you’re hopeless,” I say a little sharply.
“I appreciate the hero act, but it’s okay, you don’t need to put it on with me.”
Put it on? I wish. “Princess, it’s no act. I’m just trying to be a gentleman that’s all.”
A smile quivers on her lips but she still manages to look sad. “Well, thank you. I appreciate it.” Jess turns away slightly, ready to leave me. I have to act fast.
“Can I see you again?”
She pivots and this time sadness really does echo in her expression. “I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have time for… anything right now. I’m sorry. My life is complex enough.”
“So why did you agree to a date in the first place? I thought you wanted me.” Great, now I sound petulant.
“A moment of weakness, I guess. I’m sorry, Hunter. I shouldn’t have led you on.” Jess curses softly under her breath. “I’m not very good at this. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t lead me on. But I still want to see you again. And I know you want to see me.” I inch forward and close the gap between us. She squeezes the leather tighter. “I won’t complicate your life, I swear.”
Liar. You’re going to fuck it all up.
I quash the voice of morality and finger a strand of hair that’s escaping from her bun. “Don’t fight this, princess. I’ll make it worth your while. I won’t make life harder for you. Just let me into your life… just a little.”
As she gazes up at me, I see the internal fight. Like a little girl lost, she stares up at me, trying to decide if I’m her salvation or not. I’m so far from it, it’s insane but I keep my expression sincere and pray she doesn’t see that.
Then in an unexpected move, she leaps forward and her arms tangle around my neck. Before I can utter a sound of surprise, her lips are on mine. I hear the jacket she was holding drop to my feet with a woosh but everything else fades and I wrap my arms about her waist. I pin her to me and, unable to control myself, I rock my hips into her in an attempt to ease the agony.
She moans and opens her mouth to me. I take the opportunity to thrust my tongue in to meet hers. My muscles go taut at the taste of her; a tingle runs down my spine. Every part of me is on fire. Who knew a kiss could have such an effect?
I slide my hands around to cup her ass, notching myself against her. She’s breathless and pliant in my arms. Putty in my hands. I swear I could take her here and now if I just kept up the pace. We stumble as the kiss deepens and I manoeuvre her around so she’s propped up against the bike. I draw away to briefly eye her.
My Harley and a hot woman.
“God, you drive me insane, Jess.”
She nods, clutches my neck, nails digging in, and kisses me again—a hard, forceful kiss as if she’s afraid of what might happen if we pull apart.
She’ll come to her senses. Part of me hopes she does. I wish she’d tell me to fuck off. But I’m also dying for her to beg me to take her to bed. Longing for her to strip off her clothes and let me screw her until she can’t take any more.
Her breasts press against my chest, her nipples hard against the cotton of my top. I drag a hand away from her rear, my tongue still plundering her mouth, and reach between us to cup a breast. She leans back against the bike a little so I have better access.
“Hunter,” she breathes my name, a wisp of sound against the traffic but it still sends fire shooting through my veins.
I pluck her nipple until it hardens further then mould her breast with my palm, enjoying the hard point of her arousal. Just when I think I can get any more turned on, she skims a hand down and palms my erection. I press a breath through my teeth and kiss her harder.