My heart pounded against my ribcage. His touch was sending a tingling sensation all over my body, and I found myself leaning back into him until our bodies were flush. I could feel an erection poking at my ass and wanted to grind into it, but I held back. If I started down that road, I wasn’t sure I could stop. I was already so hot for him, and we’d barely touched yet. I could hear Brie on the other side of the curtain, cashing out the register while she hummed to herself. Knowing that she was so close made our contact feel risky and cranked up my desire further.
“Tell me, Kitten, have you been trying to figure me out all day?”
Damn him for being able to read me so easily.
I turned around so that we were face-to-face, our bodies still flush. He was hard in all the right places, and I wondered if he liked it rough.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “But you don’t seem to mind.”
My eyes darted to his lips, and the next thing I knew, he took my mouth in a hard kiss. Blade’s hand came up to the back of my neck, holding me in place.
But I wasn’t going anywhere.
My lips molded to his, fire spreading through my veins. I raked my nails up his arm, wanting to moan at the taste of him when he licked his way into my mouth.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on by a man, and the idea of taking this somewhere private was appealing. Before I could even consider doing it, Brie’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Kat? Blade? You guys almost finished up back there?”
I ripped my mouth away from Blade’s, mentally chastising myself for doing this here.
“Uh, ye-yeah.” I cringed at the breathless quality of my voice. Blade stepped back, putting distance between us, and I made sure that my shirt was straight. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail today, so at least I didn’t have to worry about mussed hair giving away what we were up to.
“You okay?” Her voice was closer.
I stepped to the side, putting more distance between myself and Blade. I ripped open the curtain to find that Brie was only a few feet away. I knew that it shouldn’t thrill me to come so close to getting caught, but it did.
My lips were tingling from the feeling of Blade’s kiss as I smiled at Brie.
“Just fine,” I said chirpily.
Brie furrowed her brow as she looked between us, trying to figure out the weird vibe in the room. Finally, after several long seconds, her expression cleared.
“Good.” She gestured to the front door. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”
We shuffled past her, going out the front door while she shut off the lights and locked up. Normally, Blade took off on his bike right away, but today, he lingered in the parking lot with me. We bid goodbye to Brie and watched as she got into her car and drove away.
“You know what I think, Kitten?” He didn’t wait for me to guess before continuing. “I think it’s time I took you on a date.”
“Like dinner and a movie?”
“Come on, I think I can do better than that. We’ll have some fun.”
All I could imagine was getting horizontal with him, which sounded like plenty of fun.
“What do you have in mind?”
He shook his head, and his cocky smirk made its first appearance of the day. I was surprised by how much I missed it. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Okay, I was intrigued.
“When?”
“Friday night,” he said, pulling his helmet onto his head. “After work. We’ll take the bike, so dress accordingly.”
I understood that to mean wearing pants. I’d learned that lesson the hard way as a teenager on the back of my dad’s bike. I’d gone on a ride with him on a hot summer day, insisting on wearing shorts. After an hour on the road, we’d stopped for gas, and I had brushed against the screaming hot header pipe. The burn on my skin was instant and agonizing. I still had a scar on my calf from it.
I’d make sure to bring my helmet, too. I never got on a bike without one. I didn’t give a damn if it was lame, as I had been told by some of the Las Balas members in the past. My dad had told me a story about a biker he knew that got into an accident without one on, and it was gruesome. I liked the shape of my skull as it was, thank you very much.
