Page 25 of Edge of Desire

“Okay.” I didn’t give a shit about hearing him. I was more concerned about riding on the back of that monster. I’d never ridden on a motorcycle, and this one looked scary as hell.

“You okay?”

“Oh sure.” Hell to the fucking no I wasn’t okay. What kind of a question was that?

He got on and said, “Hop on.”

I lifted my leg, but the damn thing wouldn’t go up high enough for me to get on. “Um, can you scoot up a bit.”

He turned around and saw my dilemma. “Sure.”

With the extra room I maneuvered my large frame into that tiny spot and squished myself down. I had a very bad feeling about this.

He cranked that sucker up and man it was loud. Then I heard music playing in my helmet, along with his voice. “Better?” he asked.

“Just perfect,” I replied sweetly. Pretty sure I heard him chuckle.

How the hell had this happened and where were we even going? Wait! What if this guy was the bad guy and he was taking me off somewhere to murder me!

“Ack!” I screamed.

“What?” he yelled back.

“What if you’re a serial killer or something?”

“What?” He yelled that out like I was crazy. “Avery, I’m trying to save your life, not kill you.”

“Yeah, that’s what you say, but how do I know for sure?”

“Okay, I get that. But once we get to McChord Air Force Base, you’ll see. We’re flying to Colorado Springs on a military flight.”

“Oh.” Was that supposed to make me feel better because it didn’t come close?

We started moving and he didn’t waste time picking up speed. I didn’t know what to hold on to because I certainly didn’t want to hold on to him. I knew he was repelled by the thought of me, so the idea of my hands on him must have made him want to cringe.

“Avery, grab hold of me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It doesn’t matter. Do it now. It’s difficult steering with you wobbling back there. Besides, you could fall off.”

“I’ll find something else to hold on to.”

“Damn it, Avery, there isn’t anything else. Now put your arms around me. We don’t have time to waste.”

Ten

Preston

Aw fuck! When she was standing there wearing that short little polka-dotted robe, with her wet hair hanging down her back, I almost busted one. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything so stunning in my life. I wanted to grab on to her and not let go.

But then, what came after that was paralyzing. I’m not sure how or why it happened, but it took every single ounce of control I had not to throw her on her back and put my mouth to use. She was fucking purring, and moaning. I even thought I heard a meow. I’m not sure how that started but damn she was one sexy pussycat. Her gorgeous eyes made me want to wrap my hands in her hair and drown in them. God, they were so damn mesmerizing. And her lovely pink mouth did all sorts of amazing things to me. And then there was my ink. She went after my tattoos with her mouth, and I almost wasn’t able to make her stop. She didn’t seem like the kind of girl that would be into them, but she went fucking crazy over them and my nipple piercings. Fuck, she was hot.Thank God Caroline had the bedrooms carpeted. If the floors had been hardwood, my fingers would’ve left scratch marks the way I dug into them, trying to prevent myself from touching her. It almost broke me when I saw her face and the hurt in her eyes after I told her to stop. She thought I didn’t want her. Nothing could be further from the truth. I just didn’t want her to have me.

Now her life was in danger because of me. She didn’t even want to put her arms around me. Hell. I let out a long sigh. Fuck. I’d been so deep into my thoughts, I’d let my concentration slip. I checked the side-view mirrors and noticed two sets of headlights. I did a little test to see if they’d follow, and just as I suspected, I was being tailed.

“Avery, hold on NOW and tight. I don’t care if you hate my guts but I gotta make some tricky moves ’cause we’re being followed.”

I finally felt her arms squeeze my waist. She’d gotten my message. If only she could wrap her long legs around my waist. Dammit, I needed to focus!

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