Touched By The Devil (Devil's Riders 7)

“Oh. Well, I’ve been here a few years. But I don’t go out much. Just to the market and… garden supply store.”

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

She looked at me like a pretty little owl, her big hazel eyes blinking innocently. It did something to me. The woman was cute and beautiful and sexy as hell. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but it was unexpected.

“Why do you hide yourself away like this?”

She looked away. I could tell I had gone too far. She cleared her plate and carried it to the kitchen. I tried not to stare. Her overalls weren’t tight, but her legs were long and I could see the shape of her gorgeous bottom as she moved.

I got up and followed her with my plate. The kitchen was tight. When she turned around, I was right behind her. She gasped, looking up at me.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”

Her eyelashes looked so long from up this close. And her skin looked even softer than I’d imagined. I brushed my fingertips over her cheek, pushing her hair back so I could see her.

“I…” She swallowed, still staring up at me. “My husband died. I just… I didn’t want to stay in the city anymore. It didn’t feel like a friendly place.”

Fuck, she was a widow? I frowned down at her as an overwhelming urge to protect her washed over me. I’d already felt protective of her, I realized, but it went into overdrive. She was all alone. Vulnerable. The thought of screwing her and going on my way suddenly seemed like the worst fucking idea ever.

No wonder she’d been so bossy at the job site. She didn’t have anyone else to look out for her. And she was so soft and so pretty…

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. I–”

I leaned forward and took her lips in a slow, drugging kiss. Her lips parted under mine, and I pressed my advantage, boxing her in with my arms against the counter, moving my hips forward so I could feel her against my aching cock. My tongue dipped into her mouth again and again to taste her. Her tongue tentatively tangled with mine and then grew bolder.

I moaned as she kissed me back, sending the kiss into the stratosphere. I let go of the counter to pull her against me. I held her hips in place as I ground my shaft into the juncture between her thighs. I lifted one of her legs, groaning at the feel of her silky skin in my rough palm.

I had to taste more of her, so I took my lips and tongue to her neck, then lower, molding her breast in my hand as I kissed the soft skin that peaked out above her overalls. They could have been dowdy, but they were cute as hell. I had a feeling she would look goddamn adorable in anything she wore, even a potato sack.

I am ready to pop over a girl in overalls, I thought to myself. And I was. I was close to fucking coming, just from the feel of her against me.

There is no way in hell I’m coming in my fucking jeans.

“Take this off,” I growled.

“No.”

I stared at her, breathing hard. She stared right back.

“What?”

“I… I can’t.” She shook her cute little head and I saw red. “Thank you, though.”

I could feel a muscle in my jaw ticking. My cock was straining in my jeans, still pressed against her. I was so fucking close, it was insane.

The lady said no, you caveman.

I backed away slowly with my hands at my sides. I had to keep them there. I had to concentrate really fucking hard to keep from grabbing her, tossing her over my shoulder, and carrying her to the bed.

I wanted to make that thing bounce. Not just once either. I wanted to make sweet, squeaky music all night long, just like the song.

Hell, I wanted to make mattress music with her for a week without coming up for air. Maybe longer.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She was turned on. I’d felt her melt like butter in my hands.

I had no fucking idea what had her so freaked out, but I wasn’t going to push the issue. Not today.

I licked my lips and watched her eyes follow the movement. I had her. I just had to go a little slower next time.

I gave her a warm smile and told her to shut the windows. Then I went outside to finish sealing the windows. I had to put some distance between us or I would go all Wild Man on her ass.

And that was not acceptable, no matter how inflamed I was.

I left my bag of tools inside.

I wanted to make sure I had a reason to come back.

Chapter 8

Suzanna

Hussy.

That’s what I was. I knew it. My mother hadn’t raised me to fall into bed with every man who looked my way. Not that we’d gotten close to the bed. If we had…