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Snake walked inside and I continued to back away. When he closed the door with a hard thud, I had a quick opportunity to glance all the way down the length of his long, muscular body, including admiring the thick bulge between his legs. My filthy thoughts were getting out of control.
There was something even more commanding about him and when he cupped the side of my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my bottom lip, all I could do was shiver. For all his bravado and anger, I’d never once been nervous or afraid of him. He was all protector wrapped up in a surly package, but I sensed underneath it all, there was a gentle man who would never allow anything to happen to me.
Snake took a deep breath, the slight growl sliding from the dark recesses of his throat forcing my nipples to harden. When he lowered his head, I found myself rising onto my toes, encouraging our lips to touch. “You look stunning,” he whispered. “But you’re in way over your head. You can always back out.”
“Is that what you want me to do, or what you expect?”
My question threw him. Snake seemed more uncomfortable than I’d seen before. When he wasn’t able to hide behind his edgy bravado or determined rage, he was just like any other man, uncertain how to handle asking a woman out. I found that endearing. Maybe there was a little marshmallow creampuff in the middle.
I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, arching my back. “As I’ve told you plenty of times. You underestimate me.”
His grin was more natural than usual and for some reason took my breath away. When he captured my mouth, all the playfulness and irritation we’d played out faded away, replaced by an intense longing. He wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck, his hold firm as if he would never allow me to get away.
I was the one who swept my tongue inside, trembling in his hold as his scent floated all around me. While the man didn’t need aftershave or cologne to make me lightheaded, the fact he’d worn an exotic scent only made me swoon harder.
When the kiss ended, I expected him to grill me, relieved as well as surprised when he didn’t. He wanted me to ask for his help. While a part of me wanted to, I was fearful doing so would lead to a heightened level of possessiveness I wasn’t ready for.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked instead.
“Where are we going?”
“For me to know and you to find out.” His grin widened, his playful side unexpected.
It was almost as if a chip had been removed from his shoulder, allowing him to enjoy a moment, even if he planned on being the one in charge. I grabbed my jacket, trying to act as if riding on the back of a motorcycle was something I’d done a million times.
After I locked the door, shoving the keys into my jeans pocket, he eyed me warily. I walked past him, flipping my hair on purpose, still holding my head high. The bike was huge and powerful looking, complete with chrome exhaust pipes and massive handlebars. My legs were quaking from the thought of not being protected by thick sheets of metal like my truck. I only hoped the man knew what he was doing.
Who was I kidding? He’d probably started riding them at eight years old, trying to be the badass listed in his file.
When I struggled to get one of the helmets from the back of the bike, I heard him snort behind me. “What? I can do this.”
“Uh-huh. Give it to me.” He approached, pulling my hands away and grabbing the second helmet. “So, you’ve never ridden before.”
“Um. What makes you say that?”
“Your lower lip is quivering for one thing.”
I twisted my lips, giving him a pouting look. He just shook his head. “I know what I’m doing,” I insisted.
“Right. Here’s the thing, sweetheart. You need to hold on tight and whatever you do, don’t let go. You like it rough and act as if you thrive on danger, then that’s what you’re going to get.” He was gentler than I’d anticipated, placing the thick plastic around my head, brushing hair from my eyes before snapping it in place. Then he lifted a single finger in front of my nose. “And you will do exactly what I tell you to do at all times. Understood?”
I couldn’t help myself, taking a step backward in order to salute and almost falling over the motorcycle. His massive hand was wrapped around my arm before I fell back even a couple of inches, keeping me steady then bringing me close. He lifted my chin with the same finger he’d used to issue his command, his eyes full of fire.
“I’m gonna rock your quiet little world, Chasity, but I ain’t gonna let you get hurt no matter how hard you attempt to push me away. I don’t take no for an answer.”
Why did I have the feeling he’d made the statement based on whatever the sheriff had told him? Still, the words were more comforting than I wanted to admit. He rubbed the tip of his finger across my chin then backed away, yanking his helmet into his hand. Like a seasoned pro, he slipped it on, immediately easing onto the bike. Then he threw me a look over his shoulder, the helmet unable to hide the mischief in his eyes.
I climbed on, wrapping my arms around his chest. The heat between us was combustible. Just being this close to him made my heart skip several beats. I placed my feet in position, hoping I was doing it right then closed my eyes. Why did I goad him into something this risky? What if I died on this ride?
“You ready?” he called after revving the engine. I could tell he was pushing down on the gas pedal on purpose, allowing the vibrations to filter through my legs to my chest. The hum shifted into my pussy, and I bit back a moan.
“For anything.”
Did the man snicker? When he took off, he wasn’t easy or gentle, zooming down the driveway way too fast in my opinion. I was fearful he wouldn’t stop at the end, but when he slowed down, I pressed my face against his back, unable to stop terror from skipping through me. What had I been thinking? Was I out of my mind?
The second he took the turn, heading onto the two-lane road, my stomach lurched, and I was really glad I hadn’t eaten much of anything all day. There would be nothing more embarrassing than asking him to pull over on the side of the road so I could toss my cookies after my scene of bravado.
He didn’t pull any punches or seem to remember that I was a novice to both his driving and a motorcycle. With every mile he increased the speed until it seemed like we were flying. I was rigid, so stiff that it was difficult to breathe. At one point I wasn’t even certain I was. I kept my eyes closed, fearful that if I opened them, I’d fall off.
