The spark he loved seeing in her gaze came back. “Really? I mean, sure, I’d love to, but just as friends, okay?”
“No kissing or touching?” he asked in a low voice as he took a step toward her, sniffing her intoxicating scent.
She stepped back. “Right. Just friends. Like old times.”
“We weren’t exactly friends. You were Ryan’s little sister.” He curled his finger around one of the tendrils that had escaped from her ponytail.
Blinking, she pulled away slightly. “You know what I mean.”
As he leaned in, his head tilted down, she fixed her gaze on his and parted her lips.
“Miss?” a voice from behind him interrupted them.
Hailey cleared her throat and glided past him. “May I help you?” she asked a middle-aged woman.
She and the woman walked to the coolers as Goldie watched her hips sway, imagining his fingers digging into them as he spread her legs wide and dipped his tongue into her wet folds, tasting her juices.I bet she tastes fucking sweet. I wonder if her pussy is as pink as her lips. And her nipples. Fuck.His dick jabbed against his zipper.
“I’ll pick you up at eight thirty,” he said over his shoulder as he walked toward the exit. There was no way he was going to let Hailey see him sporting a boner.
“Wait. You don’t have my address,” she said as came from behind the counter.
“I remember where your aunt lives. See you.”
“How do you know I’m staying at my aunt’s?”
She should’ve been a damn lawyer with all her questions. “’Cause I got a brain. I gotta go.” He was on his Harley before she reached the front of the store and down the street by the time she yelled out his name. His shaft throbbed like hell as he rode out of town. He needed a ride through the desert to calm down. He’d have to do a better job controlling his excitement. There was something about Hailey that stirred him way up. It was like she’d invaded his mind, his senses, and his dick.
Turning down the old highway, he hit the accelerator and sped into the landscape.
***
As Goldie pulledup to the Victorian, the streetlight on the corner clicked on as the last light of day gave way to the velvety dark of night. Only the faintest of light shined through the leaves as the moonlight danced across the darkened sidewalks and streets.
Amber light flooded over him as the porch light switched on and a chain slid off the door. Through the mesh of the screen door, he saw Hailey’s smiling face, the light bouncing off it. From where he stood, her amazing scent filtered through the screen to curl around him. She unlatched the door and opened it wide. “Come on in.”
Seeing her in her scoop-neck, hip-hugging dress with her shoulders bared took his breath away. Her chestnut hair spilled around her, the highlights shimmering like threads of gold, and the creamy swells of her breasts tempted his restraint in the worst way.She’s stunning.In the night, her blue eyes seemed endless, like the ocean under a full moon. All he wanted to do was tug her into his arms and smother her throat with kisses, then dip his tongue down to the hollow between her breasts.
He glimpsed the pink tip of her tongue nestled between her teeth. Grasping her hand, he kissed it, then leaned in to her. “You look real pretty,” he said, his lips grazing her earlobe. He felt her shiver and he pressed her closer against him. “And you smell so fuckin’ sexy. Your perfume is doing a number on me, but you already know that, don’t you?” He rubbed against her and chuckled when her eyes widened.
“I thought we were going out as friends,” she breathed, her warm breath proving to be an aphrodisiac to him.
“We are.”
“Do you always act like this with your female friends?” She tilted her head back and her enticing lips beckoned him.
“I’m new to this. You’re my only friend who’s a chick.” He ran his thumb under her bottom lip.
“FYI, friends of the opposite sex don’t really act like we are.”
“I’ll try and remember that.” Then he crushed his mouth on hers and pushed his tongue through the seams of her lips, delving deep inside the recesses of her mouth. Instead of backing away from him, she clung to him as she shivered in his arms. Ramming his tongue deeper into her mouth, he slid his hand over her soft curves down to the ass he knew well. With all the women he’d held and kissed in his lifetime, none of them affected him the way Hailey did. His body and mind were on high alert, and even though he knew what he was doing was wrong, he didn’t give a shit. Hailey fit into his arms so perfectly, and he’d never met a woman who magnetized him the way she did. And she didn’t even know the affect she had on him.
The wild tones of “Girls, Girls, Girls” broke their connection as Goldie grabbed for his phone. Hailey stepped back and smoothed down her hair, then went over to an oval mirror hanging on the foyer’s wall.
“Yo,” he said as he watched her reapply her lipstick.
“Are you still planning on coming?” Dylan asked. The din of chatter, music, and glasses roared in the background.
“Yeah. Just running a bit late. On my way.” Goldie stepped onto the porch. “We have to get going. Dylan’s waiting for us.”
