Page 37 of Fastlander Fighter

Ooooooh, she’d forgotten how this could feel. Sloane closed her eyes and let him teach her how to do this again. He was slow—gentle, patient. He’d been her first kiss way back when, and now he was her first kiss after heartbreak.

When she slipped her arms up his chest, only then did he step closer to her. He cupped the sides of her neck with his strong hands and kissed her deeper, slipping his tongue past her lips, and oh God, she was falling into him. This felt familiar and new all at once!

Her stomach was doing flip-flops, and her heart felt like it was skipping beats, and his hands on her neck caused a fire in her skin.

The soft growl that rattled his throat as his kiss intensified dredged up an excitement like none she’d ever felt before.

“Fuck,” he whispered, easing out of the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. He stood just like that for a few breaths, and then released the sides of her neck and stepped back, creating space between them. Pity.

Sloane swallowed hard and brushed her lips with her fingertips. They were tingling like a limb that had fallen asleep. “Did I do something wrong?”

Hands hooked on his hips, he hung his head and shook it, then lifted his too-bright gaze, offered her a grin, and adjusted his dick. It looked huge pressed behind the seam of his jeans. “Woman, you’re doing everything right.”

He ran his hand through his hair and slowly backed away. “It’s enough for now.”

“Oh. Right.” Sloane fidgeted, feeling a little rejected. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t wanted that moment to end.

He gestured with his hand like he wanted to say something, but seemed to change his mind. He gripped the back of his hair, then abruptly turned and walked to his truck, turned it on, and backed out of the small parking lot of her apartment complex.

Feeling a swirl of confusing emotions, she fumbled to open the door to her apartment and went inside. She stood in the open doorframe for a minute in utter bafflement.

Okay. So he’d kissed her, but then run away. Again.

Red flag.

God, that man was a walking red flag. Right? Sure, he’d taken her to hang with his Crew, but he always left the same way. Abruptly, and with no explanation on what he was thinking.

Slowly, she turned and checked that his truck was out of the parking lot, and yep, he was long gone.

With a frown, Sloane closed the door with a soft click.

It felt like her entire body was trembling from his touch, and it was strange having him pull away so quickly.

That was a hell of a kiss. A hell of a confusing kiss.

Her phone vibrated in her purse, and she pulled it out. To her shock, the ID read Captain.

She opened the text.

Can I call you?

What? Sure. Send. She called him in case he was driving. He picked up on the first ring.

“Texting and driving is lame,” she said in a stern voice.

“Agreed. I’m pulled over right down the street.”

“Are you okay?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know! Fuck, Sloane, do you understand what you are?”

“Ummm, a single mother that—”

“I can’t make myself drive away until I say something.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t like you talking about going on a date with someone else earlier tonight, and I’m not possessive! I never have been. I don’t give a fuck about what women do. Never have, and I’ve seen that game before. A woman trying to drag me closer after we go out, and threatening to date other men. I would always tell them to do it, and just be out. No attachment, no feelings, and I would never think about them again. I hadn’t planned to take you to meet the Fastlanders. I just want to be upfront. I brought those pizza rolls over to try and get an invite inside, maybe watch a movie, maybe get into your pants—”

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