What in the hell is he doing here? Her pulse started racing, her stomach queasy. She opened the door and he stood in front of her with papers in his hand. The late-afternoon sun made his hair shine like spilled black ink. He wore his cut, and a tight sleeveless t-shirt which revealed sculpted biceps with armband tribal tattoos. When he moved his arm, his fierce-looking hawk tattoo came to life, and Cara stared at it in fascination.
“I brought the papers by like you wanted,” he said.
“Oh, okay, thank you. You didn’t have to come over. You could’ve dropped them off at the office.”
“I was in the neighborhood. Doesn’t your proper upbringing tell you to invite me in?”
She smiled. “I would, but I’m going out. I’m leaving right now.”
His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. “Like that?”
“Like what?”
“You’re going out dressed like that?” His eyes ran up and down her body encased in a form-fitting black dress. He shook his head. “You’re not going out like that.”
Her eyes bulged. “What? Where do you get off telling me what I can wear?”
“No woman of mine is going to let another man see her sexy body.”
“Well, that’s easy. I’m not your woman, so none of your business.”
She grabbed her purse, closed the front door, and pushed him out of her way. As she marched past him, his powerful arm yanked her into a wall of muscle. He grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked her head back, and crushed her lips with his; his kiss punishing and angry as he sucked and nipped her lips. Twisting, Cara sought to break free, but his arms, like vises, held her in place, making her a victim to his sensuous lips and plunging tongue.
Again, her body betrayed her and she leaned in to him, her tongue dancing with his as her legs shook and her thighs clenched together. As a delicious shudder heated her body, her heart hammered, her pulse leapt with excitement, and dampness coated her panties. Damn him. Damn this body. I have to get out of here.
With a strong wrench, Cara freed herself and looked at him, panting. Hawk smirked at her. She smoothed her hair down but he tugged her to him again, kissing her hard. “You’re not my woman yet, babe.”
“I. Will. Never. Be. Your. Woman.”
He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “We’ll see about that. How wet is your pussy, babe?”
“How dare you!”
“Next time, don’t wear your fuck-me dress and heels.” He swaggered past her, swatted her ass, and laughed. “Be good tonight, babe.”
Incensed, she barreled past him to her car, climbed behind the wheel, and slammed the door. Stepping on the gas and peeling out of the driveway, she narrowly missed him. He jumped out of the way as she sped off without a backward glance.
* * *
“Why don’t you just screw him and get it out of your system?” Sherrie asked.
Cara took a sip of her vodka martini. “I don’t know why I let him get to me. He’s so different from anyone I’ve ever known.”
“He gets to you because he drips sex. You know he wants to fuck you, and that’s a huge turn-on. He’s gorgeous. I’d have already feasted on his sexy bod.”
“Okay, I do think he’s sexy and incredibly good-looking, but he’s so demanding and infuriating. I don’t think sleeping with him would be a good idea. Yeah, it’d relieve my itch, but what could come of it?”
“A hot, memorable affair. I’d go for it.”
“I don’t know…”
“This kind of stuff doesn’t happen every day. I think you’ll be sorry if you walk away from this cutie. An affair is great: sex all the time, no strings attached, wonderful memories. When you’re all settled in your mansion on the hill with your high-powered attorney husband and two kids, you can think of your sexy biker love affair when your humdrum life becomes too much.”
“You make a good argument.” Cara smiled. An affair with Hawk—could she do it without getting emotionally involved? She doubted it. “I wish I were more like you, but I’m sort of old-fashioned. I like a relationship. An affair isn’t my style.”
Sherrie grinned. “I keep trying to convert you. I was hoping you’d take the plunge.”
“I feel like getting drunk and dancing the night away,” Cara said while she waved over the waiter. She was going to let loose and have a good time, for once.
* * *
“That was fucking sloppy, bringing me a woman who has family in town. You told me none of these whores have anyone who would miss them. What the fuck?” the man screamed.
“Look, asshole, the bitch told us she was the only one in her family in the US. We don’t do background checks on the sluts,” the leather-clad man hissed.