“Have you…lost…your mind?”
The first words were controlled, but barely.
His last two were nearly shouted.
“Snapper,” I whispered.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”he demanded to know.
“You need to step back,” I told him.
“Oh no,” he drawled ominously, actually moving forward sohis hips were pressed to my belly, his chest brushing my breasts and his frostyeyes filling my vision.“Oh no, baby.Ol’ Snap’s done withgivin’his woman some space.”
“I’m not…your woman,” I said hesitantly, like I didn’tbelieve my own words.
“How old am I?”he asked.
“Thirty-three,” I answered immediately anduncomprehendingly, bemused by his question in the midst of what was happening.
“My favorite color?”he pressed.
“Red.”
“How do I take my coffee?”
I’d learned that early, when he’d come into Colombo’s andhave some cannoli and a cup of joe, before my informant status heated up.
“Lotsacream, one sugar.”
“My favorite book?”
“Shutter Island.”
“You’re twenty-eight.Your favorite color is green.You takeyour coffee with just creamer, vanilla if it’s handy.Your favorite book isHarryPotter, the Azkaban one, and you flirted for a good long while withconvincing yourself you could get away with naming your first girl Hermione.”
I shook my head, baffled where this was going.“I don’t—”
“You want two kids, because you wished you had a sister orbrother, at least, and you want to start as soon as you can, because your dadwas older than your mom and she wasn’t young when she had you and you lost himway too early for both of you, even though he was in his seventies.”
“I—”
“You’ve lived everywhere bikers are welcome on this side ofthe Mississippi but your favorite was always Denver, the three times your daddymoved you and your mom here.It was his favorite too, because he loved to ridethe Rockies.And that was the only thing that gave you and your mom any reliefwhen he passed, that you could take him up to the mountains when his time hadcome and he went somewhere he loved being.”
“Snap,” I said softly.
“You’re done with comic hero movies.You think DwayneJohnson would kill in a romantic comedy.You like to vacation at beaches.Yourfavorite cookie is a snickerdoodle.Your favorite restaurant is Carmine’s.You’re uncertain about the death penalty seeing as you’re a conservativeliberal, but in deference to your father, you’ve convinced yourself you’re aliberal conservative.And your favorite place in the whole world is riding onthe back of a bike.”
Boy, I’d talked a lot during our phone conversations.
And Snap had listened closely.
He wasn’t quite finished with me.
“Only thing you don’t know about me that means anything isthe way my cock feels buried inside you and only thing I don’t know about youis how sweet you’ll feel, closed tight around me.”
Oh man.
That sweet he’d feel started for me to feel tingly.
