AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“And no one will question why?” He was going to let it go, Doogan thought, surprised at himself. Leaning against the sink counter, Doogan tried to keep the arousal from building in him and fought to keep his cock from becoming fully erect.
It was no wonder her brother and cousins were finally going gray. If he looked close enough he’d probably find a gray hair himself now.
“That was last year,” she stated with a little wave of her hand. “The parts store employees finally stopped calling Dawg when I convinced them I was picking up parts for friends while they were at work. Dawg couldn’t find a reason to suspect otherwise, so he let it go.”
Doogan grinned at that. “You let him suspect before ever going close to one of those races, didn’t you?”
Once his suspicions were aroused, Dawg would have had the races watched or been on the lookout for a title in her name.
“Guilty,” she admitted. “So you want me to pick them up or what? I assume you won’t want to risk Dawg learning you’re here.”
“You assume correct,” he assured her, uncrossing his arms to brace them on the counter behind him. “I’ll make a list for you. I may have to leave before daylight in the morning to meet with a contact, but I should be back before too late. I’ll be out till late tonight, though. It’ll be morning before I finish going over the bike and making that list.”
“Thanks for letting me know.” She nodded. “Remind me when we get upstairs and I’ll give you the spare security fob.”
Doogan nodded, watching her closely. “Are you sure you want me to stay?” he asked then, watching the frown that fitted at her brow and the somber disquiet in her gaze.
“It’s a little late to ask that question, don’t you think?” she asked him, swallowing tightly.
“I don’t want to hurt you when it’s time to leave, Zoey, so don’t fall in love with me, please. For both our sakes. Because I’d feel like a complete bastard if I broke your heart.” Why he felt the need to warn her he wasn’t entirely certain.
“Consider me warned.” She shrugged, but instead of looking at him, her gaze moved to the motorcycle he’d been working on. “I made my decision last night, though. I don’t regret it, and I won’t cry when you leave. How’s that?”
But she didn’t say he wouldn’t break her heart. She didn’t assure him she wouldn’t fall in love with him.
There would be no walking away without ripping at what was left of his emotions. He knew when that time came, she would cry. She would wait until he was gone. She wouldn’t let him see the tears, but they would fall.
Moving to her, he gripped her waist, lifted her, and set her cute, perky little ass on the lowered tailgate of the truck. Pushing between her thighs, Doogan wedged the erection he’d been unable to stop into the notch of her thighs, gripped the hair at the back of her head, and pulled her head back to stare into her oddly colored eyes.
Surprise and lush anticipation softened her features as he watched her and felt her soften against him.
“Ask me to kiss you, witch,” he demanded, brushing her lips with his.
“Ask you for it?” Her hands tightened where they gripped his biceps. “Why should I have to ask? You’re going to kiss me anyway.”
“So we both know what you want,” he answered softly, the sexual need riding harder, faster inside him. “Besides, it can be incredibly sexy when you know you have only to ask your pleasure and it’ll be given to you.”
The very thought of her asking for other, far more intimate acts had his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.
“And if I ask, you’ll give it to me?” Sharp little nails pricked past the material of his shirt as she asked the question.
“Whatever you want, Zoey. Whenever you want it.”
“What if you’re not here?” Her breathing was tighter, faster now. “If I really want something and you’re away?”
“All you have to do is text me. Call me,” he promised, watching her eyes. “And whatever you want, however you want it.” The very thought of it had his voice darkening, the need to give her whatever she desired, sexually, tightening his balls. “And I’ll make sure you have it.”
“Kiss me, Doogan. Hard and deep . . .”
He didn’t wait. He couldn’t wait.
His lips covered hers, hard, his tongue pushing past her lips, stroking against hers, and he made zero allowances for the inexperience he knew she still possessed. One hand cradled the back of her head, the other cupped the delicate curve of her neck, and he ravished her lips, his tongue fucked her mouth.
When she asked for hard and deep, he’d seen the lack of knowledge in her eyes for what she was asking. There was such innocence . . . and he wanted to replace that innocence with knowledge. With sensual, sexual confidence that he alone gave her.
As he worked his lips over hers his tongue thrust past them, teased hers, tasted it until he swore he was becoming intoxicated by her, high on her kiss alone and loving every sweet, forbidden moment of it.
Soft, kittenish little mewls left her throat, the sound of them sparking a deeper, hotter hunger inside him, thoughts of all the sexual acts he could teach her racing through his senses.
