Page 20 of My Reckless Biker

"Fuck," he says, and his voice is destroyed.

I bite my bottom lip where it's swollen from his mouth and watch his eyes track the motion.

"You can't kiss me like that and tell me you still think I'm lying," I say, and my voice doesn't sound like mine, comes out breathless and rough.

"I don't know what I think anymore." His forehead drops to mine and we're just breathing, both shaking with it. "You've complicated everything."

"Good."

His laugh is short and sharp. "This doesn't change the arrangement. We still have to be seen together. I'm still going to be watching."

"I know. But you can't watch me the same way after this. You know that, right?"

He's quiet for a long moment, and I can feel his heart racing where our bodies are pressed together.

"Yeah," he says finally. "I know."

He steps back and the loss of his body against mine feels like cold air rushing in. His hand slides out of my hair slowly, like he's reluctant to let go, and I watch his expression shift from want to something more guarded.

We stand there looking at each other, both breathing too hard, both trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

"We should go," he says finally. "We're late."

"I'm not going."

"What?"

"I'm not going out there tonight and performing like this didn't happen. I can't pretend in front of a room full of strangers when I can still feel your mouth on mine."

He studies my face and I can see him processing, see the war between what he wants and what he thinks he should want.

"All right," he says. "Tonight we don't go. But tomorrow we figure out what this is."

"What do you think it is?"

He looks at me for three seconds that feel like thirty.

"I think it's not fake anymore," he says. "And I think that scares me more than anything your father could do."

Then he's gone, door closing behind him, and I'm alone in my room with my lips swollen and my heart racing and the understanding that everything just changed.

I move to the window and look down at the yard. Brothers moving with more urgency than before, the threat of Marrow presence in Bloomfield making everyone sharper, faster, more careful.

My father is coming.

And I just made everything more complicated by kissing the man who's supposed to be protecting me.

I touch my mouth where I can still feel Diesel, where my lips are tender from the rough kiss, and I realize I don't care that it's complicated.

I don't care that it's dangerous.

I don't care that wanting him is the most reckless thing I could do.

I want him anyway.

And after that kiss, after the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered, I know he wants me too.

Even if it terrifies him.