Chapter Eight
I don’t know how it happened, but one minute I’m single and barely leaving my house and the next I’m being kissed by a monstrous biker in a public park.
And he’s a really, really good kisser.
The man’s got a wicked tongue. And the way he’s holding the back of my head in his huge hand, putting me right where he wants me, makes me melty all over.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my lips. “You taste like summer too.”
He drags me against him, crushing the flowers between us.
A puff of warm, sweet fragrance blooms around us. It’s a funny contrast between his musk and leather scent.
I giggle into the kiss and he growls.
“That little laugh is going to get you into so much trouble.”
He looks down at me. No, looks isn’t the word. He smolders. “Ever gone for a ride before?”
I’m suddenly very hoarse. “I haven’t ridden anything.”
His Adam’s apple clunks up and down and he breathes at me for a second. “That’s about to change.”
I glance at the big menacing bike. “Now?”
“As soon as we drop your car off at your place.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
Namely because I need to work up some serious nerve. Riding on a motorcycle with Skull feels like playing a very dangerous game. I’ve always been an Uno kind of girl. Keep it safe. Not too much excitement.
But with those sips of beer in my bloodstream, I’m feeling a little more bold than usual.
And of course this wave of needy feminine energy he’s caused isn’t helping.
So this is what they call horny?
I’m it. I think.
I’m something and it involves a lot of tingles.
Skull folds my hand in his and walks me to my car. When he opens the driver’s door it nearly falls off in his hand.
Embarrassment makes me want to bury my face in the flowers again.
“Angel,” he rumbles, scowling. “This car isn’t safe.”
I scrunch my nose looking at poor Pebbles. “This thing is all I’ve got right now. I’ve been… having a tough time. I’ll get something different later.”
He reaches in and pops the lever for the hood. A second later he’s leaning over the engine muttering profanities.
“Never mind taking this to your house. I’m getting it towed to the club compound where I can work on it.”
I stare at him as my heart flutters and my fingers wrap tightly around the bouquet. “That would be really nice, but I can’t pay you much. Well, not really anything at the moment. But I could pay you a little when I find another job.”
He looks offended.“Pay?Who said anything about you paying me? This is about me taking care of you.”
Jeepers. My heart doesn’t know what to do. It’s jumping around. “But I’m just a stranger.”
