She looked up, startled, as Saks skidded to a stop on the blacktop.
“My jacket,” he said, pointing.
Her face blushed with embarrassment. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”
“Here, let me.” He reached to take it off her shoulders. But an impulse struck him and, instead of stripping his colors from her shoulders, he leaned in and kissed her.
He slanted his mouth towards her slow enough not to surprise her, but fast enough so she couldn’t turn her head away. He didn’t know what he was thinking. Or maybe not thinking. As soon as he tasted her on his lips, he never wanted to stop kissing her.
Actually, now he wanted to taste much, much more.
CHAPTER SIX
When the handsome biker’s lips crushed onto hers, Chrissy tried to push him away. At first. But as his mouth melted into hers her brain jumbled, and she couldn’t think of a good reason to keep pushing. Plus, her hands felt like they belonged on his hard chest. He tasted of Jack and Coke, and breathed a fire into her that needed to have more of him. His scent, a mixture of motor oil, cologne, and the indefinable musk of pure man, seeped into her and sucked her in.
He wrapped his strong arms around and drew her closer to his body. And he kissed with a tender, yet insistent passion, that said he would take no less of her than everything she could give.
Not since Riley Warner had kissed her under the bleachers at the Friday night football game in high school had a man stirred need within her. She had been too busy with college, then work, to date seriously. And now this biker popped up out of nowhere, claiming her lips and mouth as if he owned them outright, and she trembled against him. Her knees grew weak, and her heart beat double-time as he leaned his body into hers.
“Why are you so hot?” Saks breathed in her ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Damn,” she muttered. She pressed her hips against him and felt him harden against her. Feeling foolishly bold—or maybe it was the craziness of the night—she slipped her hand to the front of his jeans where his shaft pressed like an iron rod. She stroked its length, marveling at the steel beneath her fingertips, and her breathing hitched.
Saks moaned at her touch. He peppered kisses on her neck and behind her ear, and she pushed her hips into his. “We’re gonna get arrested out here,” he mumbled, but didn’t stop. He pulled her shirt out from her jeans and touched his hand to her breast. His fingers rubbed against the nub of her nipple, making it strain against her bra.
She groaned.
He yanked hard at the back door of her Cadillac.
“What’re you doing?” she said, alarmed.
“Moving things along,” he growled.
“We can’t. Not here.”
“Then give me your keys.”
“Why?”
“Because the only alternative is the backseat of your car.”
“Or we could not do this at all,” she breathed.
Saks crushed her lips again and teased her with his tongue so that they parted. It smashed into hers, utterly possessing her mouth.
Chrissy’s heart hammered in her chest. “Fine,” she said, and handed him her keys. Sobriety hit her as she buckled her seatbelt in the passenger side of the Cadillac when she glanced at the handsome dark-haired man. As he purposefully started the car, she had a moment of panic as she realized he was practically a stranger. But he reached her thigh with his hand and stroked the inside of it as he drove, and she melted again.
“You are so fucking hot,” he whispered. “I never do this.”
“What do you mean?” Her breath caught in her throat.
“Take a woman to my apartment. So, don’t comment on the mess. I wasn’t prepared for this.”
For some strange reason that reassured her, though she reflected it shouldn’t. She didn’t know him at all.
How bad could he be? He saved me from those Hispanic bikers. But in her heart, she knew her reasoning was faulty. It hit her that she was enjoying this moment of the forbidden, of the danger of the promise of sex with a stranger. She wanted this. Screw her parents, grandpa, and all their obligations and expectations. She needed thrill. Her own kind.
He drove in to the parking lot of a red brick complex and led her past the courtyard to a first-floor apartment in the middle of the building.
He keyed open the lock, took her hand, and pulled her in.
There was no opportunity to inspect Saks’ housekeeping, because as soon as he shut the door he had her in his arms again. Only this time his kisses were more urgent and demanding. And while every bone in her melted against his sexy body, she pulled back a moment.
“I want this,” she panted. “I just...I’m not sure...”
He moved to her neck and his warm tongue pressed again her, making her moan. “Tell me...” he whispered hotly as he teased her, “when to...stop...Promise...to stop.”
She sighed as she dropped her head back to give him more access. “More first,” she said hoarsely.
He moved them so her back was against the door. His hand found her knee and his callused skin scraped teasingly as he moved up her inner thigh. He slid his fingers between her legs. His thumb massaged the flesh around her clit through her panties. “Too much?” he growled as his lips found her ear.