Stories From The 6 Train 1(16)

Yep. Definitely nuts. Because danger is typically what I stay far away from. But something about him also screams safety, and I don’t object when he pulls me to my feet and wraps an arm around my waist to lead me from the train.

In my shock, I must have missed everything that went on with the cops because it seems like we’re through here.

We surface from underground, and the bright lights and loud noises of the late-night city take me off guard. I lean into this guy—who I don’t even know!—as if he’s my new protector.

“You want to get something to eat?” he murmurs in my ear, sending another shiver through me.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” I hear myself saying.

Next thing I know, we’re seated in a corner booth of some cafe, coffee and cheesecake on the table between us.

“Thank you,” I say, probably for the hundredth time.

He chuckles. “It’s not every day I get to save a lovely lady like yourself.”

My eyes trail over his corded arms again. This guy is freaking ripped. Like he’s some kind of human weapon. I realize I want to know more about my rescuer.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Zander,” he says with a grin.

“Madison. So you don’t often make daring rescues on the 6 Train?” I tease.

Another rumbling laugh that makes my girly bits tingle just a bit more. If that’s even possible. Zander here seems to have no trouble igniting my body.

“No. I actually just got to town this week. Trying to figure out where to next.”

My eyebrows lift. “So you’re a drifter?”

He shakes his head. “Just got out of the military. Not sure where I want to settle.”

How about right in between my legs?

I press my lips together to keep the words in, but I can’t fight the laughter that bubbles up at the thought. I don’t even know who I am tonight.

He quirks a brow, but I just shake my head and dive back into the cheesecake.

There isn’t a minute of our time in the diner that passes where we are at a loss for words. I feel oddly comfortable with this strange man.

So when Zander asks to walk me home, I find myself agreeing, even though I have no idea who he really is. All I know is that he saved me earlier, so he can’t be that bad.

And maybe it’s the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, but as we approach my apartment, I know I’m not myself. Because when he turns to face me when I stop and say, “This is me,” I step right up to him.

Not even waiting for him to make a move. Taking control for once. Because my life flashed before my eyes tonight, and all I want at this moment is to feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.

So I wrap my hands around Zander’s neck and press my body to his—and oh God, he’s just as hard as he looks. Everywhere. And I pull his sexy mouth down to mine.





15





Zander





Whoa.

Hello.

Madison takes me totally off guard when she starts kissing me. But I sure as hell am not going to complain.

My arms go around her waist, pulling her petite little frame against me even harder, and I kiss her back.

She moans, and my cock that has been hard pretty much all night strains against the seam of my jeans.

Fuck, I want to take her upstairs right now. But I can’t tell what’s going through her head. I wanted to take her to get something to eat to make sure she was okay. I didn’t feel right sending her off after what happened on the train. And I certainly didn’t want her to walk home alone.

But right now? I don’t know where her head is at. She might just be reacting to what happened. Having some strange response to a traumatic situation.

And much as my cock might like to take advantage of it, I’m not that guy.

“Come upstairs,” she pleads, her voice throaty and oh-so-tempting.

I groan. “Madison, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

She pulls back slightly, her eyes clouded with hurt.

Fuck.

“I just mean, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow.” I grind my teeth, the words an effort to get out as she presses those pert tits up against my chest. I can feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. And because I can’t resist, I drag my hands up her sides and brush my thumbs over the hard tips.

A gasp falls from her lips, her eyes closing to lusty slits. “I promise I won’t regret it.”

When she presses her hips against mine, I know she can feel how much I want her. And I shouldn’t glance down. But I do. And as soon as my gaze lands on the sight of my hands on her tits, her grinding against my cock, all my good sense disappears.

She kisses me again, this time more urgently. As if she wasn’t already before. “Come upstairs.”