Of course, the logic in that was faulty, because if I pissed everyone off by spending time with Bas, none of that would come to fruition.
We parked in front of a gray building, and Bas helped me take off the helmet that seemed to have gotten even tighter the longer I’d worn it. My glasses fell off, and I had to fish them out of the eyehole of the helmet before I could get it completely off my head.
My hair was huge. I could feel it blowing in the wind.
“I know, I know, it’ll be hard to keep your hands off me,” I said ruefully as I put my glasses back on and tried to smooth my hair down. “You’ll have to restrain yourself.”
“You look like I just fucked you,” Bas said conversationally, dropping the helmet down by his side. “Hard.”
My eyes widened as he casually walked around the bike to grab my stuff out of the saddlebags.
I really wished I could think of something clever to say, but I had a hard time remembering my own name.
Holding the handles of the bags and my helmet in one hand, he laced the fingers of his other hand with mine and led me toward his building, only letting go to unlock his front door.
The apartment was dark when we stepped inside, but Bas seemed to know where everything was because he locked the door behind us and led me through the room to set my stuff on his kitchen counter. There was just enough light coming fromthe streetlights outside that I could make out large pieces of furniture, but not much else.
“Moment of truth,” he murmured, leaning past me to turn on the kitchen light.
At least, I think that was his plan. His hand never actually made it to the light switch behind me. When he leaned into my space, I automatically put my hands up, and they collided with the front of his hoodie, sliding beneath the cut he was wearing.
Both of us froze for less than a second before his head was descending and I was rising onto my toes to meet him.
The kiss went from zero toholy hellinstantly.
For the first time since I’d looked at his smile and felt it in my belly, we were actually alone.
Bas’s hands were on my face and my neck, sliding down my back and gripping my ass. He boosted me onto the counter, and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. Frantic, I shoved the cut off his shoulders. He unzipped my jacket, and it joined his leather on the kitchen floor.
I shuddered as his hand fisted in my hair and he tilted my head back so he could kiss and nip at my throat. Reaching down, I slid my hands underneath his sweatshirt and T-shirt, finding smooth skin and hard muscle beneath it. I slid them upward, taking the fabric with me so I could run my fingers over his chest.
I had to let go when he leaned back and reached for my sweater. Lifting my arms above my head, I let him pull it off. I vaguely wished that I would’ve worn a cute bra, but the thought was fleeting because with a quick twist of his fingers, Bas unclasped the back and pulled it away from my body.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, staring down at me.
I wasn’t in the most flattering position, perched on the counter the way I was, and I’d never been what society calledskinny—but if the look on Bas’s face was any indication, he thought he’d won the jackpot.
“Yours,” I ordered, my breath hitching as I reached for his hoodie again.
Reluctantly sliding his eyes away from my breasts, he grabbed the hoodie by the neck and pulled it and the T-shirt off in one movement.
Then all I could see was skin. Tan, smooth, tattooed skin that was barely visible from the light coming in the windows. One of his nipples was pierced with a thin ring.
“We match,” I said hoarsely, reaching out to flick it lightly with my fingernail.
Bas grinned. Then he was reaching for me, sliding his hands under my thighs so he could lift me from the counter.
“Change of venue?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me out of the kitchen.
He kissed my shoulder in answer, sucking the skin between his teeth. I watched over his shoulder as the kitchen disappeared and he carried me upstairs. There was no door at the top, it just opened up to a bedroom with a massive bed in the center.
“I’m not fuckin’ you on the counter,” Bas finally answered as he lowered me to my feet.
“Why not?”
“’Cause the blinds were open and I wasn’t gonna take the time to close ’em,” he said, running his hand lightly down the center of my chest.
“Oh.”
