AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He caught the small shock as her eyes widened, but she did what he’d said and then returned his phone. She teetered on her heels and stepped back.
“Okay, well, I should go in.”
He nodded and waited. Most women would at least try for a kiss, but Cheyenne seemed too shy. She gave him a small wave and turned toward the stairs. He leaned forward, quickly grabbing her hand before she could get farther, and yanked her back against his chest. She gasped.
“Not gonna give me a kiss?”
“Oh,” she gulped. “I didn’t know…think…” She stumbled over her words, which was one of the cutest fucking things he’d ever seen. He smirked and decided to put her out of her awkward misery.
He took her lips, much to her surprise, and kissed her. His hand released hers and curled around her waist, pressing her body against his chest. His tongue tangled against hers. She may have not been ready for it, but from the way she kissed him back, she had wanted it.
He considered blowing off tonight’s meeting. If they didn’t stop soon, he’d be dragging her up to her apartment and staying the night. Maybe two. When her hand curled around his neck, his muscles tensed. Her touch was soft. Softer than anything he’d ever felt.
She retreated slowly but leaned in again with a light kiss, then another. Sweet. Horny, sexy, bold, and aggressive were the women he usually spent time with, but never sweet. He realized he’d been missing out most of his life.
“You need to go before I throw ya on the back of my bike and take you to my bed,” he said against her mouth. He felt her lips twitch.
“Yeah, I should go before I let ya.”
He kissed her, and she stepped away. She drew in a breath and turned. He watched her walk up to the building and then get inside before he reversed. He glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of her in the doorway, looking at him.
He smiled the whole way back to the clubhouse.
Chapter Nine
Cheyenne didn’t have much faith Trax would actually call. She had hoped. Even considered calling him the next morning but didn’t. Desperate much? Was it really desperate if he was the one who insisted they exchange numbers? He could have driven off without even a goodbye, something she’d considered on the ride back last night. If anything, he seemed to be stalling to spend more time with her.
“Stop obsessing,” she shouted.
She took a deep breath and pulled up her computer. She had seventeen orders to fill and get shipped by the end of the day.
They had started the small business two years ago, getting connected to a few local vendors and starting up a site where they sold merchandise. Mostly candles, essential oils, and handmade jewelry. In the last few months, they had acquired a few pieces of clothing, which changed the game for them. They’d finally started to make a decent profit. One step closer to their storefront. A small step.
The living room looked like a war zone of products, boxes, and packing supplies. She had a hard time finding her phone when it rang. She leaned across the carpet and grasped it under a packing slip. She answered without looking, assuming it was Macy.
“I’m halfway done, but we’re low on boxes, so you need to stop at the supply store on your way home.” She grabbed a signature tag and the tie backs. “Oh, and I’m working tonight, so I’ll get what I can done and shipped, but you need to do the rest when you get home.” She sighed. “I’ll get it to the post office in the morning.”
The masculine chuckle on the other line had Cheyenne pulling the phone from her ear and scanning the caller. Oh, my God.
“One date and ya already making me your bitch boy?”
Her heart raced against her chest. She released a nervous laugh. “I thought you were Macy. Sorry.”
He chuckled. “So, I don’t have to stop at the supply store on my way home?”
She smiled at his teasing. “Not unless you want to get on my good side.”
A soft growl had her shifting on the floor. The sound shot straight to her core.
“Oh, I want to get on all your sides, Chey.” His tone suggested the naughtiest implications. Her cheeks heated, and her skin puckered in goosebumps.
She bit her lip. Macy loved to point out that Cheyenne had no game when it came to men and flirting. Her best friend was right. She scratched her head, thinking of a sexy rebuttal. She drew a complete blank. Luckily, Trax didn’t make her suffer.
“What are ya doing?”
“Um, orders. I have a small business with Macy.”
“Really? Thought you worked at the bar.”
