“Neither do I,” I rasp, the thought of her with another man has me gritting my teeth. “Give me a chance, don’t judge me by what you’ve seen and heard so far. Let’s have a fresh start.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman,” I admit, giving her the same honesty in return.
She blinks slowly, unimpressed. “You’ve probably said that to half the town.”
“And now it’s your turn.” I wink.
Her eyes narrow to slits. “You’re lucky I already know you can back up your talk with your dick size, or I’d already be out of here.”
I almost choke on my beer, then throw my head back and laugh.
This woman is a breath of fresh air.
A challenge.
I can’t remember the last time I had one, and it’s intriguing, addictive, and oh-so-fucking delicious.
Famous last words.
9
MACKENZIE
He’s a little too confident and needs to be taken down a peg. My eyes drop to the leather cut he wears, proclaiming him the president, but it’s not just his status and power that he has going for him. He’s sexy, strong, muscular, and you know he can handle any situation that arises. He’s protective and masculine, and I feel physically safe with him. Not only that, but he’s also good in bed, and he knows it. We didn’t even touch the surface of what that sexual chemistry could be like between us. Maybe that’s why he’s chasing me. He feels like we have unfinished business between the sheets, and he would be right.
But the real reason I’m considering this was after today.
This is a man who will protect what is his, and there’s something too damn sexy about that.
We finish our food and drinks, and Chance pays the bill. He takes a longer route home, and I enjoy the ride and being pressed up against him, trying not to overthink the whole night.
And failing.
Can I turn off my emotions and simply enjoy my time with him? He’s the first man I’ve been with since my breakup with my ex, Jesse, who did a real number on me. Maybe I should try to have a little fun.
No strings, no commitments. Maybe we could work each other out of our systems and then walk away. Deep inside, I know it’s a terrible idea, but my body hasn’t gotten the memo and is craving his touch.
When we arrive back at my house, he helps me take off my helmet and places it on the back of the bike. There’s tension between us. We both want to rip each other’s clothes off, and we both know it, but he’s letting me make the call.
I’m about to say fuck it and invite him inside when his phone rings.
“Yeah,” he answers, not looking away from me. The hungry look in those blue eyes has me unconsciously reaching out to him, trailing my fingers across his chest. “Fuck, okay. Tell Lust not to do anything. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Problem?” I ask, pressing my body against his. Knowing he has to go right now has me feeling bolder, wanting to play with fire.
He grips my ponytail in his hand and gently wraps it around his wrist. “Were you going to invite me inside?”
“I still hadn’t decided,” I lie.
His lip twitches, as if he knows it. “Liar. You were going to let me taste that sweet pussy, weren’t you?”
This man is shameless. He’s so confident and sure of himself. I’ve never met anyone like him.
And that’s probably a good thing.
“I guess you’ll never know,” I tease.