Page 118 of Almost is Never Enough

“Or what?”

She opens her mouth but she’s got nothing. I laugh as it snaps back shut and release her hand, leaning down and wrapping my arm around the back of her thighs. She squeals as I hoist her up over my shoulder and smack her ass.

“Put me down,” she demands and I smack her ass again as I walk across the alley to my bike. Only then do I let her slide down the front of my body and her breath catches on her way down, her eyes heating.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn her, seriously considering taking her up to the apartment and fucking her before we head to the house. The thought has my cock jumping.

Fuck.

No.

House first.

Wrecking her pretty little pussy later.

“Get on the bike, baby,” I tell her and she smirks because she knows damn well what she does to me. She revels in it, enjoying every single second of the torment she inflicts on me.

With that damn smirk on her face, she swings her leg over the bike and once she’s seated, I secure the helmet on her head and pull out the leather jacket I forced her to get. She hates wearing it when it’s so damn hot but I can’t take the chance of her not being as protected as possible on this bike. Grumbling about the heat, she pulls the jacket on and then looks up at me with her brow arched.

“Happy?”

“Delirious,” I tell her, leaning in for a quick kiss and she rolls her eyes as I pull away and climb on the bike in front of her. She wraps her arms around my waist as the bike rumbles beneath us and presses every delicious inch of her body to mine.

Fuck.

This woman derails my plans at every damn turn.

Gritting my teeth, I pull out into the alley and start heading for the compound. I had a whole damn plan for the evening. Yesterday, after I got the call, I went over and checked out the house before enlisting Jumper and Gear to help me set up an air mattress and get some basic things we would need to stay there tonight. The plan was to show her the house and maybe make us some dinner but now, I don’t think I’m even going to make it past the kitchen before I’m stripping her clothes off.

And the way she’s rubbing her hands on my chest and stomach?

Yeah, she’s completely on board.

My dick is painfully hard, pressing against the seam of my jeans as I pull the throttle back, sending us shooting down the road in front of me. She lets out a little squeal, her arms tightening around me slightly, but I can feel her laughing against my back.

Plus, her damn hands haven’t stopped tormenting me.

They trail lower down my stomach and my grip on the handlebars tightens.

Fuck.

The drive to the compound has never felt so goddamn long.

She grazes her hand over my jeans and she digs her nails into my stomach as I let out a groan, the sound drowned out by the grumble of the engine.

But she felt it.

Her lips press to my shoulder before she nips at me through the fabric of my t-shirt and I swear to God, I’m going to pull over and fuck her on the side of the damn road.

“Hurry,” she yells over the engine and I pull the throttle back again.

I’m fucking trying, baby.

Believe me.