Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

“Need to what?” Kyle asks huskily in my ear.

It’s so hard to pull away. Everything about him is drawing me toward him, from the feel of his hands on my skin to his smell to the look in his eyes, which captures me and makes fire dance over my skin. It’s hard to think with how hot the area around me is.

“My place,” I moan out.

His fingers pause.

“What?” he asks, blinking, as blind with lust as I am.

“We need… We need a bed,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his head down. I want to kiss him again, but… “My place is closest.”

Jacqui Clark, my best friend, is going to murder me, I think dimly, when I tell her about this. Not only do I proposition a random stranger in an alley after my ex assaults me, but then I offer to take him back to my place. I can almost hear her scolding me in my mind.

It isn’t enough to take back my offer or to stop looking forward to what will happen once we get back to my apartment.

Kyle, though, frowns, some of the lust fading from his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

For crying out loud! I tug him into a kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth. Only when I need to breathe again do I let him go, and I’m pleased to see that the dazed look is back in his eyes.

“Yes,” I say.

I wriggle against him, deliberately bucking my hips against his tight pants, and he groans wantonly as I slide back to the ground, unwinding my legs around him. I turn and take two steps away, swinging my hips deliberately.

“I’m only on the next street over,” I say over my shoulder.

For a moment I think he won’t follow me. But then I hear his heavy footsteps coming after me, and I grin to myself. Neither of us is getting out of this without some fun.

Due to our escape from Jesse, we aren’t far from my apartment at all. Still, by the time we get to my apartment, some of the all-encompassing need has faded a little, though my hands tremble a little as I unlock the door. My apartment is dark, and I search for a light switch, suddenly tense as Kyle enters quietly behind me.

He closes the door as I flick the light on, and we look at each other. In the alley, as I teased and dragged him along with me, it seemed like such a good idea to come here. Now, though, in the light of my apartment, the realization that I don’t know Kyle at all hits me like a freight train.

At least he looks just as awkward as I feel. He clears his throat and looks around, his huge form oddly out of place in my little apartment. His jacket is slung over his elbow, and I’m glad that he remembered to pick it up, even if it looks a little dirty now.

“So…” I say.

He attempts a smile.

“Coffee?” he asks.

For a moment I think he’s serious. Then I see the teasing glint in his eyes and I start to laugh, the tension breaking in an instant. Kyle’s grin widens and I step toward him, putting my hands on his shoulders.

“We can do coffee,” I agree. “Or we can continue where we left off. What would you prefer?”

My hand drifts downward, playing with the hem of his jeans, and his breath catches, the amusement fading from his face. I slip my fingers underneath the hem, and I can feel the way his skin is heating up once more.

Then, with a growl, he spins me around and pushes me up against the front door.

“I think I’d prefer you,” he says huskily.

He kisses me harshly, biting at my lower lip, and I moan against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his waist and spreading my feet apart so that his body can comfortably fit against mine. His hips buck against mine and my fingers dig into his hips.

Kyle pulls back slightly, panting against me.

“What do you want?” he asks.

I know exactly what I want.