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Ugh. This wasn’t supposed to be a pity party for anything tonight. The last time I’d seen Antonio, he’d been close to three hundred pounds and had two women on his arms. And still he’d hit on me. That had been the final straw, the only visit I’d made home since then.
Anger boiled inside of me and I smashed my hand against the lid of the trashcan in attempting to toss the paper towel away. Then I took a deep breath, fiddling with my curls before walking out. As soon as I hit the main room, I felt his eyes on me. At least now the biker dude was nursing a beer, but the moment I walked closer, he dared shift his entire head in my direction.
I was still determined to ignore him until I got within two feet. His eyes burned into me darkly. The man oozed confidence and control, but I was no wilting flower. Little did he know I had a handgun in my purse and knew how to use it. Unfortunately, I was also fully aroused and embarrassed that a badass biker had managed to peel away several layers of self-imposed protection with his animalistic appeal. I didn’t dare look toward the girls for fear of losing my cool.
A few inches closer and he took a ragged breath, the sound slipping past the most kissable lips I’d ever seen more like a growl. That was it.
I planted my hands on my hips, closing the distance. A blast of heat slammed into my face, my nipples hardening immediately. When he darted a look at my chest, a smile curling on his lips, anger roared to the surface. The few seconds seemed locked in time, as if there was no one else in the crowded bar. I allowed myself to surrender to his delectable lips, if only in my mind. The thought of feeling them pressed against my sex, his tongue glistening with my juice kept my nipples painfully aroused.
No. I couldn’t think this way.
“Excuse me, but do you have a problem? Am I missing something?” While I knew that wasn’t the best way to start a conversation, I didn’t care. The long week and the phone call had plucked my last nerve.
The way he slowly lifted his head, studying every inch of my body was more unnerving than his hard glare from before. If I’d expected an immediate answer, I wasn’t getting one. He was even better looking standing only a few inches away, his long, dark eyelashes framing a perfectly chiseled face, highlighting what had to be the most gorgeous pair of eyes I’d ever seen.
My heart was suddenly in my throat and the longer he remained quiet, the more self-conscious I became. I licked my lips and noticed at that very moment that his cock was rock hard, pulsing in his way too tight jeans. My mind went to all the filthy places that good girls didn’t go. I almost laughed nervously, but the bad girl decided to launch into him instead.
“So, you’re like some stalker, right? You’re just going to be like the hulk, not saying anything while you stare at me like I’m caviar. Is that how you get women to fall to their knees?”
A muscle in his jaw flexed, those same luscious lips pursing as he continued to study me.
My God. I was doing nothing more than making a fool of myself.
Way to go, chump.
While I was no prude, not by a long shot, I’d purposely kept myself from the rat race of the dating scene. Maybe I’d listened to one too many lectures from my father to consider myself normal by anyone’s standards.
I took a deep breath, giving him the same hard, cold glare. He took a gulp of his bottled beer and I found myself staring at his Adam’s apple. When he placed the bottle on the bar with a hard thud, I jumped a little inside. Even my stomach lurched, which also wasn’t like me.
He stood slowly, still peering down at me as he pulled out his wallet. I was shocked at how diminutive I seemed in comparison to his massive body. I could swear at least thirty people were staring at him in awe. He was one gorgeous man. I’d give him that, but his personality was in the toilet.
“Oh, you’re just going to walk away without saying anything. Arrogant much?”
After dropping several bills on the bar, he finally turned to face me. “Get your things.” His voice was rough and husky, the tone showering me with tiny, dancing prickles. His slight accent was undistinguishable, so sexy that the sound alone tickled my skin.
“Excuse me? Why?” The three words shocked me more than almost any could have.
He grabbed his helmet before answering. “Because you’re coming with me.”
“I…” I’d never been at a loss for words. Not once in my entire life. Now I was pitched headfirst into a fog. “You’re out of your mind. I wouldn’t go anywhere with you. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“What kind of girl is that?” His smirk pissed me off. His sparkling eyes weren’t just undressing me, they were tying me to his bed, and my hand was itching to slap him.
“The kind that allows a man like you into her bed.”
“What kind of man is that?”
He was enjoying the hell out of this. Meanwhile, I’d never felt so flabbergasted or embarrassed in my life. “A badass who always gets what he wants.”
“That is what you want. Isn’t it? For me to take control?” he asked quietly, as if there was no one else in the bar.
I debated, trying to figure out what I did want. Then it came to me. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be reckless, to feel something that had eluded me my entire adult life.
I wanted to feel alive.
The answer became easy.
“Yes.”
