I leaned down, and she raised herself on her tiptoes so that our lips met. I pressed gently at first, but then she did this little gasp. Just a quick intake of breath, but I couldn’t hold back.
I deepened the kiss and ran my tongue between her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her entire body against my torso, making it so I was the one gasping with desire. My entire body caught on fire as I gripped her waist with one hand and moved my other hand lower, just above the curve of her ass.
The buzz of her phone made her pull away. I clenched my teeth so I didn’t growl out a curse.
Claire blinked as if she was waking from a dazed sleep, then she yanked her phone out of her purse. “The car’s here.”
Eight
Claire
I told myself it did not mean anything that Pin was the best kisser I had ever encountered.
Some guys were good at kissing. So what? It didn’t mean that he was different or special than any other hook up. And he was totally a guy to hook up with. That’s it.
We slid into the backseat of the car in silence, but the air seemed to crackle between us. Because, Jesus Christ, he was a good kisser.
As a rule, I don’t like PDA. I’m the type of girl who keeps her head. But as soon as his lips brushed mine, I forgot everything. I forgot we were on the sidewalk outside of a club, which is such a painfully cliche place to make out. I forgot that he was a biker from the wrong side of town who probably had like five biker chicks on rotation.
I was only consumed with the flames of desire coursing through my blood as he pulled me tighter with a grip that was somehow strong as iron yet gentle.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. Our thighs were a good ten inches apart, and yet I was aching with the desire to throw myself into his lap.
When he caught me looking at him, I quickly turned my head toward my phone. We were about five minutes from my place. I had put in his address as well. This whole night could end in five minutes. I didn’t have to be thrown for a loop by his spellbinding kisses. But then, I wouldn’t get to kiss him again. And I really wanted to kiss him.
I scoffed at my longing. I didn’t even know him. A laugh escaped my mouth.
“What?” Pin asked.
I shook my head and turned to him with wide eyes. “I just realized I don’t even know your real name.”
“Pin is a real name,” he said.
I clapped my mouth shut. I forgot how serious he took his biker club. I shouldn’t have disrespected his biker name.
I breathed a sigh of relief as he flashed me a kind smile.
“But my other name is Gabriel,” he said. “Gabriel Gallegos.”
“Gabriel,” I repeated. It suited him in a way. It was old fashioned and solid. Masculine but with a touch of class.
“I like it,” I said. “But I think I like Pin better.”
His face erupted in a smile so genuine that my heart started beating twice as fast. When had I become so soft and girly? When had I started obsessing over the way a mansmiled?
I had friends who were like this. Who would describe the play by play of meeting a guy as if it was an epic saga? I always hid my eye-rolls. Because could one guyreallybe all that interesting? Could he be more thrilling than backpacking across Europe? Or living in a van in Alaska for a year? Or going undercover as a spy? Or one of the other thousand things I wanted to try in my life?
No. One guy could not be all that. He could not be my be-all, end-all.
It just so happened that maybe Pin was all that for this one night. Maybe. I glanced at him again. His knee was jiggling up and down in a restless motion.
I reached out and placed my hand atop his thigh. It was the first touch since our kiss had ended. He froze. When he looked at me, I lost my breath due to the intensity in his eyes.
The car pulled to a stop.
“This is me,” I said. “Do you wanna come up?”
His nod was quick and resolute. In times of uncertainty, I acted on instinct. It’s what made me a good PI. My instincts had gotten me out of tight spots more times than I could count.
