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“Oh, really?”
“I have your best interests at heart,” I said as I leaned impossibly closer. Close enough to kiss. Our noses nearly touched and her breath quickened, chest rising and falling harder. “If you want to go somewhere a little quieter, I live nearby.”
Ivy visibly swallowed hard and those gorgeous eyes of hers searched mine for a moment before she whispered, “Okay.”
Okay. That one little word made my heart leap. Contemplating a one-night stand with this beauty had my dick doing a happy dance in my pants. I nodded for her to follow me and we snuck out a side door before anyone noticed.
My Norton was parked right up front and I swung a long leg over it, sat and put my helmet on. “Ever been on the back of a bike before, Miss Monroe?”
“A long time ago,” she said with a mysterious little smile as I handed her the extra helmet.
My eyes narrowed slightly and I felt an uncharacteristic wave of jealousy. I didn’t like the idea of her on another man’s motorcycle, her arms wrapped around him. “Well, I guarantee it wasn’t a 1974 Norton Commando,” I bragged.
“Can’t say I remember.”
My brows drew together and I kickstarted the classic. After two attempts, she roared to life and I offered Ivy my hand. She took it and slid on behind me. Those long, slim legs touched mine and when she nestled up against me, letting her hands tentatively rest on the sleeves of my bomber jacket, my breath caught in my throat like it never had before.
But I wanted her even closer.
“You’re gonna wanna hold on better than that,” I warned her and revved the engine. Her hands instantly dropped to wrap around my waist, above my coat, and tightened as we drove forward. For all her sexy talk, she kept her hands high, well out of the danger zone.
It didn’t take long to reach my small bungalow a block away from the beach. It isn’t much, but it’s all a single guy like me needs. I’d much rather sink my money into refurbishing my P-51 than a new couch. Yet as we walked through the front door, I found myself making excuses for the sparse decor and bachelor pad interior.
“I’m rarely home,” I said, watching her look around. The couch sagged a little too much and the wooden coffee table was scratched. There was one lamp that I flipped on and it occurred to me that I hadn’t mopped the hardwood floor in about two weeks. There was nothing in the fridge to offer her to drink because I’d been on back to back jobs for the past 14 days.
Ivy walked closer to the open window and tilted her head. “I can hear the ocean.”
Moving up behind her, I nodded. “Yeah, it’s great to fall asleep to at night. When I’m home, anyway.”
She turned around and there was no missing the fire in her multi-colored eyes. Desire thrummed through my veins, and other parts of my anatomy, as I lifted my hand, slid it around the back of her neck, and sifted my fingers through her long blonde hair. The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know, and I squeezed the base of her neck, lowered my head and captured her lips with mine.
Holy hell. The moment our lips touched, it was like firing up the Merlin on the P-51. Fucking magnificent. Flames on startup, shooting through the exhaust and smoke. Our mouths melded, tongues touching and exploring for the first time and, I swear to God, it was the strangest feeling—like I was coming home after a long trip.
The spark was undeniable and quickly exploded into an inferno of epic proportion. I picked her up and her long legs wrapped around my waist as I spun around, pressing her back up against the wall, deepening the kiss.
I’ve never been so lost in a kiss before. Desperate need pulsed through my body and when she pushed against my raging erection, I groaned into her mouth. My hands moved lower, sliding around her ass and squeezing.
A ringing sound filled my head, but I ignored it, lost in the unbridled way she was kissing me back and the slow circle of her hips against my cock.
When she pulled back, breaking the kiss, I groaned again. But this time in disappointment.
“I should get that,” she whispered.
“What?”
“My phone.”
“Oh, yeah.” I reluctantly loosened my grip, setting her back down. Relishing the slow slide of her body against mine. As she walked over to the purse she’d dropped on a chair a moment ago, my attention dipped to her tempting ass which looked just as tight as it had felt. Her fitted jeans put every curve on display and I squeezed my hands into fists, dying to reach out and pull her back into my arms.
“Hi, Kennedy,” she said, voice a little breathless. A few moments of silence filled the air as she listened to whatever her sister told her. When Ivy’s gaze flicked back over to me, the heat was gone, and my stomach sank.
Whatever Kennedy was telling her….well, it couldn’t be good. I could feel the air in the room change. I felt like the fucking Titanic right before she hit the iceberg.
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” Ivy disconnected the call and the expression on her face said everything. “I should go.”
Disappointment flooded through me. “Is everything okay?” I asked, even though I knew it was perfectly fine. Kennedy had just cock-blocked me. And I wasn’t happy.
“Yeah, I just…” Her voice trailed off. “I just don’t need to make another mistake. And you, Eric Finn, are a big, fat mistake with a capital M.”
