“Yep. I’m looking forward to meeting her.”
The butterflies in my stomach kicked up their dance a notch into some sort of salsa. Link was a client. Sure, we’d gotten busy in his office—and it had been wild, crazy, and amazing—but we weren’t anywhere near the “meet the family” stage. So, why did he care?
As I was trying to figure out his motivations, he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. My free hand landed on his hard pecks, but before I could push away, his mouth claimed mine. The kiss started out sweet, gentle, like he was asking for permission. And although there were many reasons to deny him, none of them were more convincing than the feel of him against me. He nudged my lips open, and I let him in. He tasted minty and fresh and I explored his mouth like it was made of chocolate.
His hands went up my shirt. With a flick of his fingers, he undid my bra and freed my breasts.
Less than five minutes alone with him and I was already shedding clothes. This was exactly what I was afraid of. I had zero self-control around him.
Grandma. I had to meet up with Grandma for brunch. Clinging to that fact, I shoved myself away from Link.
“We have to go. Grandma will be waiting.” My voice sounded so breathy I hardly recognized it.
His dilated eyes watched me as I reached behind me and reconnected my bra. He looked like he was about to attack me again, so I reinforced the reason he couldn’t.
“Grandma. We’re gonna be late.”
He nodded.
I grabbed my coat from the hall closet. “My car’s in the garage. Will you be following me on your bike?”
“Nope.”
He’d be riding in my car with me. The thought was thrilling, and a little terrifying. Link was the kind of man who could do things to my body that made me forget I was driving. We were both too horny to be trapped in a small space together.
“Okay.” I sounded flustered as I headed toward the side door. “The garage is this way.”
He grabbed my arm again, his hot hand practically searing my flesh. “We’re not taking your car, sweetheart.”
My brow furrowed.
“We’re riding my bike. It’s not raining, so I brought an extra helmet.”
“But what if I need to pick up my grandma?”
“Do you?” He smiled smugly, no doubt Bull had told him the answer to that question, too.
“No, but…” I’d never been on a motorcycle before. They were dangerous, and I had a perfectly good car to ride in. I liked driving. I was a safe, trustworthy driver and I loved being in control of my own car. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even let someone drive me somewhere. Unable to fathom relinquishing control to Link on a dangerous bike, I started to shake my head no. His hand snaked up my arm to the back of my neck, steadying me.
“I want you on the back of my bike, babe.”
The heat in his statement made my knees weak. This was a big deal to him. He’d be driving, but something about his expression told me I wouldn’t lose control. I’d gain it. But did I trust him?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his heat still searing away my resolve. “You scared?”
I stiffened in his arms. Scared? I’d show him scared. “Screw you, Link.”
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Later. We can’t leave Grandma waiting.”
