Ride With The Devil(12)

She was proud. He didn't want to humble her. That surprised him. He'd never thought about a woman's feelings before. Or his own.

Jack didn't allow himself to have feelings at all.

Best to leave her alone. It'd be safer for everyone. She was too delicate to handle what he wanted to dish out on her. And he didn't want to make those beautiful aqua eyes fill up with tears when he was done with her.

But when he parked in front of her house and stood up, his good intentions fled. She was staring up at him as she struggled to remove her helmet. He reached out and brushed her hands aside, easily opening the latch. Her hands stilled underneath his at the look on his face.

He could tell she was feeling it too- whatever this crazy feeling was.

Before he knew it, he'd hauled her up off the bike and into his arms. He grunted as her sweet little body pressed against the hard wall of his chest. Her breasts pressed into him as her eyes opened wide. His mouth was on hers before either one of them knew what was happening.

Dear God.

White hot lust pierced him as he plundered her sweet, willing mouth with his tongue. His hands were all over her, caressing, touching, feeling, until they settled on her bottom. Then everything changed.

He yanked her against his erection with tremendous force. His cock was practically burning a hole in his jeans. It was so eager to get to her it felt like it would chew its way out.

She made a startled little sound beneath him and reality came crashing back in. He tore his mouth away from hers with a soft curse and climbed back onto his bike. He felt her hand on his shoulder but shook it off.

"Wait- your helmet."

"Keep it."

He didn't turn to look at her. He realized suddenly that he was afraid to. Afraid of what he might do.

"Jack- why are you angry at me? I- I like you."

Her soft admission sent an odd feeling to the pit of his stomach. Something twisted open inside him. He pushed it down as hard as he could.

"You don't want to mess with a guy like me."

"What if I do?"

"Trust me. You don't."

He drove away without a backward glance. He wouldn't see her again. It was too risky.

If Dev asked him to escort her somewhere again, he'd explain that he didn't like the girl. That she got on his nerves with her flashy ways and girlish laughter. It was a lie but it didn’t matter.

It was better that way. Safer.

He drove away, satisfied that the matter was behind him.

But he couldn’t forget the one thing that had gotten past his defenses.

She'd been kissing him back like she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.





Chapter Fifteen





Janet





He knew where she lived.

That was the first thought Janet had as she watched him ride away. He'd known without asking. He’d just driven her home, as if it were perfectly normal.

And then he’d kissed her. Not a normal kiss. A ferocious, soul deep, toe curling, hotter than actual Hades kiss.

But what did it mean?

Janet had a sinking feeling that she was in terrible trouble. Not just her life, which was a damn mess. But now she had a strong certainty that she wasn't going to forget Jack, his eyes, or his kiss any time soon.

If ever.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She knew that now. He’d given her no doubt.

She could feel it in the way he held her, touched her, kissed her with an urgency that had taken her breath away. And yet he was the one who'd pulled back when they both knew she wouldn't have stopped him from going further.

She would have climbed on that bike and followed him straight to hell if he'd asked her.

Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't. Maybe he was trying to protect her from him, the lifestyle, everything. He’d been noble, trying to warn her away.

Well, Janet wasn’t having it.

Who was going to protect her from herself and her foolish wish to be near him?

She stared down at the helmet in her hands. She'd loved riding with him. His confidence on the road had been incredibly attractive. Everything about him was appealing to her.

Not just his strong masculine body or soulful eyes. Not just the way he smelled like leather and smoke. Not just his long hair or bad boy tattoos. Him.

All of him.

She walked into the house and straight into her room. She kicked off her shoes and crawled into the bed, still cradling the helmet.

She was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

But what was she going to do about it?





Chapter Sixteen





Jack





The wrench slipped in his hand. He cursed, staring at the bike he’d been working on. It was a passion project, not for a client.

Something he’d bought years ago, not knowing why.

There was something about the vintage ride- the lines of it. The grace in the heavy metal.

It was a smaller bike. Something that a lady might ride. Not that he had a lady, or wanted one.