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I shrug again. “I don’t know, party. Hang out with Ro. I don't have a job or anything. I just kind of... exist, I guess.”
Preacher takes a sip of his drink before he sets it down and leans forward, his eyes locked on mine. “I think you should have some fun tonight.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you propose I do?”
“I think you should come on ride with me,” Preacher says, his voice low and husky.
“Okay,” I find myself saying.
Is he propositioning me? I’m totally on board, but he didn’t react the way I expected last time. Then again, I’m just tipsy enough now to try time more time.
“Sure. Bike ride under the stars?”
“Yeah,” he says matter of fact.
I finish off my beer in the most unladylike fashion imaginable, but I hope this handsome biker isn’t looking for a lady tonight. I flash a wide grin and scoot toward the edge of the booth. “I’m in. Let’s go.”
Preacher lays a small wad of bills on the table, and I follow him to the door. Taking full advantage of my spot behind him to ogle his tight ass in dark blue denim, that lazy long-legged walk like he’s got a big obstruction between his legs. And good Lord, the man has confidence in spades, and that’s probably why my pussy is pulsing like a drum. That and the booze, anyway.
“You coming?” He quirks a brow at me and plants a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“Not yet,” I shoot back and step in close to him as the night air swirls around us, warm with just a hint of cool to harden my nipples. “But I’m working on it.”
“Gia,” he says in that admonishing tone that reminds me too much of my disappointed mother, but I refuse to let it distract me from those lips, pink and lush and waiting for my kiss.
“Preacher,” I mimic back. “You want this as much as I do, and I’m tipsy sure, but I’m sober enough to know that I want to kiss you. Hell, I might burst if I don’t kiss you right now.”
Instead of waiting for him to make the first move or reject me, I press my body against his and then my lips. I dive right into the kiss, knowing that if Preacher has time to think about it, he’ll push me away, and make tonight’s rejection complete.
For a long moment, he gives into the kiss. I slide my tongue back and forth along the seam of his lush lips until he growls and opens up, giving me just enough room to slip inside his mouth and explore the cranberry-flavored depths.
His mouth is perfect and too much at once, and when his grip tightens on my waist, I smile against his lips.He wants this too.
That thought is enough to push me even more. I tangle my fingers in his hair, the wind brushing stray hairs against the back of my hand. I deepen the kiss, tasting and devouring him as my body temperature rises.
All too soon, Preacher pulls back. Regret written all over his face.
“Gia, we can’t.”
“That’s funny because we were and doing a damn good job at it.” My whole body is on fire, throbbing for what comes next.
“We shouldn’t,” he says in return.
I feel…too fucking much. One more fucking person who thinks I’m not good enough, not worthy of even a few stolen kisses or a hard fuck on a dark night. “Right. Fuck you, Preacher.”
I turn away from him and weigh my options. I could go back inside and find the exact kind of trouble I’m looking for, or I could take the risk of walking to Ro’s. Both were better than staring at the man who just rejected me.
Preacher’s hand wrapped around my upper arm. “Gia.”
“Let. Me. Go.”
He whips me around to face him. “Come on. I’m not leaving you here alone. Let’s go for a ride.”
“No thanks. I’m capable of getting around on my own.” I take a few steps away to put some distance between us, my heart racing and burning with humiliation. “See you around, Preach.”
“Stubborn woman,” he growls behind me, and suddenly, my feet are no longer on the ground. His big arms wrap around my waist, and then we are on the move toward his bike.
“Put me down, damn you! Don’t you manhandle me.”
