She laughs even louder. “That’s because underneath all that mean, grumpy biker, is sunshine just waiting to peek out. I saw it the second I met you. You can’t hide that kind of sweetness from me. I’m the queen of sweets.”
Our lips meet again; this time there’s more passion behind it. Tongues tangoing together in pure bliss, the heat of our mouths burning hotter by the second. My fingers dig into her scalp, releasing some of the soft tendrils of curls she had carefully pinned before smashing on her helmet.
“Oh, Rich, you don’t know how badly I want this—want you, but I don’t know if we should let this go any further. What if Moseley is watching us somehow?”
Before she can stop me, I have her lifted off the ground, legs curling around me as I lead her over to her bike.
“Let him watch,” I whisper against her lips, “because he’s not going to take you away from me without a fight.”
ChapterFifteen
Mindy
I’ll never forget that moment. The way his kiss burned through me, eating away all the fear I had about my encounter with Moseley and the broken future he promised me. In Rich’s arms, I actually feel safe and protected. Like by his side, we can accomplish anything. Mask or no mask, this man is sexy as sin. And the way he kisses. Whoo-wee, do my womanly hormones rise like a yeasty roll set out to activate. It's like this man was put on this earth just for me.
“Rich, please. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t care.”
His hand finds its way into my top and caresses my flesh, owning my breasts with every squeeze. “You’re perfect in every way,” he murmurs, those sweet kisses dancing down my neck and back up until we’re meeting lip to lip again.
“We should stop.”
He nods.
“We just met…”
He only smiles, the slow seductive slide of his lips and instant pull.
“Please,” I beg. “Let’s take things slow.” My heart is stuttering inside my chest, the pulse between my legs begging for more, but I know this can’t happen, not when we both have too many things to learn about each other.
He pulls away, the smile fading to a frown. I don’t want him to be upset, but at the same time, we only met a few days ago, and it’s been years for me…
Then he takes my hands. “However long you need.” His lips trail over the knuckles of my hand, those blue eyes dragging me down even deeper in his wicked web of enticement.
“Don’t get me wrong. I like you, Rich. More than I should, with just meeting you, but it’s been a long time for me. Years in fact.”
His hand drags down my body and firmly grasps my hip, pulling me even closer. “Even better.” I never noticed before, but if his smile twists just right, a faint dimple slightly puckers and dots the corner of his lips.
“Ugh, sometimes being a lady really sops my biscuit.”
He laughs. “Has anyone ever told you how adorable your baking swears are?”
Grinning, I pull away just enough to admire his face, reaching for the mask covering him. “I’ve been told that a time or two.”
He moves out of my reach when my fingers move beneath the plastic, attempting to see all of him. “Don’t,” he says quickly.
“Please,” I beg of him. “I want to see all of you.”
His insecurity takes over. Even when I remove the mask, the man stares at the ground, like at any moment, I’ll run away screaming.
Each scar has its own story, a hill in flesh that reminds him of parts of his past he’d like to erase. It makes him self-conscious… unsure. Like me touching him is some kind of trick, and tomorrow he’ll wake up to everyone laughing.
“What happened?” I prod, knowing he may be too proud to tell me.
His hands never leave my side; they just settle on my hips, holding me there so I can’t run away. “When I was five, my father owned a diner. He was married to that job. He had this bad habit of testing out his new waitresses, and my mom caught him dick deep in one of them while I played obliviously just outside the door. My mother ended up taking her life because of it.”
Mindy gasps. “Oh my gosh, Rich. That’s horrible!”
