Brick's Addiction

“Something else on your mind?” he asked her as they headed out of the restaurant.

“I’m sorry for wrecking our date,” she said. It was chilly tonight, and she shivered a little.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her close. Cocooned in his warmth, she sighed and leaned against him.

Brick cupped her cheek, then took her mouth. The kiss was all heat and bite. Rose didn’t remain compliant. She responded fiercely, clutching at his shoulders.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he said with a growl after releasing her.

Rose felt the same way. Screw the conflicting emotions raging inside her. There was nothing wrong with taking one step at a time and living in the present. Right now, she wanted Brick to take her home and ravish her. He possessed the power to make her easily forget her problems.

“Me either,” she whispered. “Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”

“Definitely good.” Brick paused, then took off his cut. He placed it around her shoulders, and she put it on. It smelled just like him. Motor oil, cigarette smoke, and the mint. He handed her a helmet. After putting it on, Rose took her place behind him. She wrapped her arms around his solid body and pressed her face between his shoulders. Safe, Rose thought, and mine.