Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(16)

"Fuck. That was hot." He kissed the top of her head.

"I fuckin' needed that." She brushed a kiss on his chest.

They held each other as the setting sun dyed the sky pomegranate pink. After a long while, he asked, "You up for round two?"

She tilted her head back and with a devilish smile plastered on her face, said, "Bring it on."





Chapter Ten





Through the white blinds, lemony bars of sun slanted across the hardwood  floor as Kimber cracked open her sleep-blurred eyes. At first she was  disoriented, her eyes scanning the room, but then she heard him breathe  and panic set in. Flung across her stomach, his arm pinned her to the  bed, and she tried to slide out from under it without any luck. She  turned and watched him, and he was gorgeous as he slept, his face  peaceful with wisps of hair across his cheeks. His strong jaw was  somewhat softened by his slumber, and his lips-oh, those wicked  lips-were slightly parted, as though they waited for her tongue to  enter. She wanted to sweep away the tendrils of hair and feel his rough  stubble against her fingertips. He was an incredible lover, and she  couldn't believe she'd let him fuck her brains out for the better part  of the night.

She turned away and focused on the dust particles in the sunlight as  they flitted about. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach as the  enormity of what she'd done weighed down on her. Really, Kimber? Another  biker? Fuck. Why didn't you resist him? But how could she have ever  resisted him? He was all man-raw and powerful-and she'd been screwed the  first day she'd met him at Hawk's shop. She'd been drawn to him,  fluttering right to the center of his flame even though she'd pretended  nonchalance. And ever since they'd kissed for the first time, a deep,  slow burn had started inside her, making her yearn for him on the long  summer nights until she'd almost relented and sought him out.

Then he was in her driveway, looking way too sexy in his tight jeans and  sleeveless tee, his tattoos beckoning her to touch and lick them. When  he'd pulled her to him on the couch, a blind passion like a fire swept  over her, and she knew there was no way in hell she could stop. The  previous night, he'd awakened a desire in her she never knew existed.  Their fucking was better than she'd imagined. She sighed. Continuing  with Throttle wasn't an option; she'd be a goddamned fool if she did,  knowing the biker lifestyle. And she was pretty damn sure Throttle was  very popular with the club women and hang-arounds who were voracious for  biker cock. Kimber didn't want to fall for the dangerous man who slept  so peacefully beside her. She'd run away from the craziness of the  brotherhood, and she had no intention of jumping back into the boiling  water.                       
       
           



       

She carefully lifted his arm and shimmied out from under it, then  tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up. After she slipped on a gauze  sundress, she closed her bedroom door and went to the kitchen to have a  glass of orange juice. In the bright light of the morning, she realized  she'd made a mistake that she would never repeat, even though she didn't  regret her night with Throttle.

She placed two pieces of buttered bread in her toaster oven and pushed  down the lever, thinking maybe she should wake him up; she definitely  didn't want him to hang around. She wasn't in the mood for chit chats,  and knowing his sexual appetite, he'd probably want seconds. That was  something she didn't want to give.

Leaning on her white tile counter, her elbows propped on it with her  chin on her hand, she watched as the neighborhood woke up: kids riding  their bicycles, mothers pushing strollers, vehicles backing out of  garages, and service trucks searching for addresses. His familiar scent  of soap, leather, and expensive whiskey caressed her before he encircled  her waist and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "Morning." His  voice was like molten lava, scorching her.

Don't even think it, Kimber. "Morning," she answered, pushing away from  the counter and him. "You want some orange juice?" She scooted over to  the refrigerator to create some distance from him.

He swept his eyes over her face, a scowl threatening to form. "Sure."  She filled a glass and plunked it on the table, then leaned against the  stove, her arms crossed over her chest. "What the fuck's going on with  you?" he asked.

Exhaling, she uncrossed her arms and fixed her gaze on his. "Last night  was an awesome mistake. Awesome because you totally know how to fuck a  woman, but a mistake ‘cause I'm not looking for anything right now. I  know we've had this lust thing going on between us, and we took care of  that last night real good … ." She laughed nervously.

Throttle's expression tightened and his flinty stare unnerved her. She  picked at a mosquito bite on her arm. "I'm trying to finish school, save  money, and start my own business. I don't have time for-"

"I never do seconds with citizens. I'm glad you're not the clinging  type. A one-night fuck suits me just fine." His curt voice lashed at  her.

She swallowed the small lump forming in her throat and placed two pieces  of bread on a stoneware plate. "I made you some toast." She handed it  to him.

"I don't eat toast." His icy voice chilled her. "I'm outta here."  Without a good-bye, he marched out of her house and slammed her screen  door. She rushed over and watched him through the mesh as he sped away  on his Harley. The prickly heat filtered in through the screen door and  she closed it.

Don't you dare cry. This is what you wanted. They'd shared an incredible  night together, satisfying the lust they'd harbored since they met. It  was finished, and it was time to get back on track. Everything turned  out the way she wanted it to, but why was she so miserable right then?  Her phone alarm rang and she realized she was going to be late for  class. Rushing to the kitchen, she poured his untouched orange juice  down the sink and threw away the toast. She wiped down the counters,  grabbed her books and keys, and made her way to her afternoon classes.

As fast as she rode, she still ended up being ten minutes late to her  business class. Professor Redman stopped mid-sentence and pressed his  lips into a white slash when she came in. Red stained her cheeks, and  she shuffled over to a seat in the back of the classroom. Opening her  laptop, she hid her face behind the screen. After a few seconds, the  professor continued where he left off.

Kimber was lucky to have been able to be in Professor Redman's course.  He was head of the business department at the college and was an  esteemed academic. He'd written numerous books on a gamut of  business-related subjects, and he was an in-demand national lecturer.  The prof was by far the best teacher she'd ever had, and his class was  one of her favorites.

While she typed copious notes, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it and  saw she'd received a text message. For one brief second, she held her  breath, hoping it was Throttle; then she remembered he didn't ask for  her phone number, and disappointment set in. She looked at the  sender-Riley. There was no way she was going to open it with Professor  Redman already annoyed at her for being late. Slipping her phone in her  backpack, she focused on the rest of the lecture.

After class, she sat at a table in the student center and opened Riley's text.

Riley: It's been too long. U wanna go for dinner?                       
       
           



       

Ever since she and Throttle had kissed at the shop, she'd pushed Riley  away. It wasn't like they had anything going between them. He seemed  nice enough, but he wasn't her type. She didn't feel anything even  remotely like the electric charge that sizzled between her and Throttle  whenever they saw each other. She supposed she was hopeless, destined to  be mistreated by the bad boys instead of cherished by the good ones.

Kimber: Been busy. Tonight won't work. Don't want to lead u on, but too  busy for anything other than studying and working right now.

Riley: U gotta eat. Right?

Kimber: Too busy for that too. Frozen or takeout while I study.

Riley: So u don't want to go out with me?

Kimber: Not looking for anything with a man right now. U're nice. U can find another girl.

Riley: I want u. I always get what I want.

Kimber reread the text a couple times. Wow, he's starting to sound kind of creepy. Time to sign off.

Kimber: Gotta go to class.

Maybe Riley wasn't such a nice guy. The guy did give off weird vibes.  When they'd gone on their second and last date, he kept asking her what  she was wearing under her clothes. It was like he wanted her to engage  in some kinky talk by describing her underwear, and they were only on  their second date. Although, she'd fucked herself to exhaustion the  previous night with Throttle and they hadn't even gone out on a date.  She groaned. That's it. I'm done with all men until I'm out of school  and have my own business. But damn, she couldn't deny the pull that  connected her and Throttle; it was something she'd never felt with any  man before.