He lifts his shoulders dismissively. “Where has that ever gotten me with you?”
“Nowhere,” I answer out loud. “Yet it’s unsettling.”
“Do youwantme to bitch at you?”
I mock his actions with my own shoulders. “I mean, I’m used to it.”
“Then it means you like it. And it doesn’t serve its purpose.”
“That’s a pity. I thought it was our thing.”
Cairo doesn’t appear pleased by my comment, nor the conversation, but he brushes it off anyway. “You got me here. What did you want to talk about?”
My lips part, but he already told me not to worry about Emilio. He’s going to handle that portion of things. So, really, all it leaves is the fact I wanted him here.
I needed him here.
Cairo eats up the space between us again, forcing my ass against the seat of his crotch rocket. His body barely brushes mine, and he doesn’t touch me this time. “You’d look awful good on this bike with your naked ass up in the air while I fuck you from behind. Let me know when you’d be interested in making that happen if you didn’t need anything else.”
My pussy clenches from the run my imagination just took.
In fact, I’m bold enough to make that happen right now since he mentioned it.
“I’m ready to go when you are, Sinatra.”
“Yeah?” His body gently sandwiches mine against his and the machine. “You think you can manage?”
I bob my head like a needy doll.
“Where’s my fucking kiss, then?”
Thoughtlessly, I rise onto my toes, wrapping one arm around his neck as I pull him closer. Cairo comes without complaint before our mouths meet and immediately devour each other’s.
His tongue delves between my lips without permission, not that I’d deny him. Large palms grip my ass needily before I’m lifted in the air, and my legs wrap instantly around his waist.
Cairo walks somewhere, taking me with him as I continue my own assault on his mouth. He growls, deep and alluring, in his chest, hinting at his own lust and the simple realization I’m turning him on by just this alone.
My back hits jagged brick in the next couple of breaths, and I break the kiss just to see where the hell we are.
“I need to get you somewhere else,” he divulges heavily. “But I’m too distracted to drive when I have you here like this.”
I pull the innocent act and slowly arch my back as though trying to get comfortable. “Maybe you shouldn’t worry about it.”
“Maybe I should when you’ve been in the middle of a street before and got fake raped. The last thing I need is to be outnumbered and have some fuckers thinking they can have you.”
Well…shit, that’s thoughtful, isn’t it?
Still, it doesn’t match up to the scene he just made up in his head and the fact I want to star in it.
“Are you strapped?”
“You wanna add some more murders to our list?”
“I mean…” I lift my shoulders. “It’s self-defense.”
“Sounds like you’re beginning to get too comfortable with the idea.”
“I just wanna get fucked on your bike.” I hold those elusive dark irises of his, falling into the security he offers me. “That’s what Ineed.”
