Shades (Reckless Souls MC 3)

She lets out a shaky breath and sends me a wobbly smile.

“Exactly.”

Our gazes connect for a long, heated moment, and I know this thing between us is going to happen. It’s just a matter of when and where.

As if she can read my mind, Letty jumps up with her plate.

“Let’s take this to the media room and watch a movie while we eat.”

“Are you asking me to Netflix & chill?” I tease.

She laughs and smiles at me over her shoulder as I follow her down the hall. “I guess I am.”

I don’t know what fucking movie she picks because I can’t focus on anything with her sitting so close to me, smelling so damn good. She crosses her bare legs, and each time she reaches for her orange juice, her knee brushes against me.

Every move sends her scent wafting to my nostrils. She’s licking her goddamn lips, and all I can think of is those pink lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off until I can’t walk.

Letty sighs, and when my gaze lifts to hers, she looks upset.

“You don’t like the movie.”

I grin. “What movie?”

She laughs and bumps my shoulder with hers. “If I ask you something, will you promise not to laugh at me?”

I put my plate on the table in front of us, and she does the same. “I promise, unless it’s about archenemies.”

“It’s not.”

“Then I promise.”

“Okay.” She sighs and runs her hands through her hair, leaving it tumbling around her bare shoulders. “Will you like…uhm…will you kiss me again?”

Her words surprise me. “What?”

Letty nods and lets out another sigh, and I realize this one is to steel her nerves.

“Kiss me again. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your kisses, the one on the side of the house and the one up against your door. They were so hot, it has to be a fluke, right?”

“You’ve never been kissed by a man before?” The thought of that should have sent me running out through this mansion as fast as my legs could carry me. Instead, I freeze, and my cock grows harder by the second.

“Not like that. Have you?”

“No, sweetheart. I’ve never kissed a man like that.”

Letty slaps my shoulder playfully and says, “You know what I mean.”

This side of Letty is what makes me want her so bad. She’s so innocent. Pure. Too good for the likes of me.

“See? It has to be a fluke. Or something.”

I smile at her attempt at rationalization. “Who are you trying to convince?”

“Me,” she says with complete transparency.

“Where’s your housekeeper?” I don’t want her walking in on us.

“She won’t be back until tomorrow.”