Page 21 of Filthy Hot

When it’s time to leave, I’m unsure of what I anticipate, but it’s not for Dennis to reach out and wrap his fingers around my bicep. Dipping my chin, I look at his hand, then slowly lift my gaze to meet his.

Arching a brow, I silently wait for him to either say something or move his hand. Thankfully, he does both. But what he says makes me pause, tilting my head to the side to stare at him for just a moment before I try to shake his thoughts out of my head.

“I know you’re going to ignore me because he’s hot as shit. But just be careful, Kyle,” Dennis murmurs. “They are trouble, and not in a fun way. In an illegal way.”

GNAW

The plans are roughly figuredout, we’ve walked the property, and have everything ready for contractors. Then there will need to be design people to figure out the inside of everything.

Honestly, I’m glad that none of that shit involves me. I did everything I needed to up to this point, and now I just keep documents, make notes, get money from Clink, and collect money from Sal when the time comes.

The guys leave, Sal leaves, but I stay behind. It’s well past four in the morning, but I’m not leaving this parking lot withoutKyle. I need to be with her. I need to smell her, touch her, taste her, and that will happen this morning.

Leaning against the side of the building, my foot propped up on the wall, I play a game on my phone to pass the time. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long, maybe half an hour, for the headlights from Bren’s Jeep to appear down the road.

Without moving, I watch as Bren pulls in and stops beside Kyle’s piece-of-shit car. “Bye, thank you,” Kyle calls out before she closes the Jeep door.

Flicking my gaze to Bren, I lift my hand and give her a wave. She does the same, then shifts the Jeep intoReverseand drives away. Once she’s gone, my attention shifts to Kyle. She’s standing beside her car, her gaze on me.

Pushing off the wall, I move toward her. One step, then the other, one foot in front of the other until I’m directly in front of her. Her breath hitches the moment I’m in her space. I don’t know if that is because she’s nervous, excited, or maybe she’s something else, but I’m not sure I want to know.

Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, searching her gaze with mine. I smirk. Nerves. She’s nervous. She sucks her lips in as she inhales a deep breath. I slide the pad of my thumb along her cheek.

“I’ll follow you,” I murmur.

She releases her lips, nodding once, then starts to take a step to the side. Sliding my hand from her cheek to around the back of her neck, I grip her there. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers in a chaste kiss but keep my lips there as I speak.

“I can’t wait to taste every inch of your body.”

She exhales, her breath washing over my lips. “I am out of my element.”

I almost laugh at her words. I can’t see her being out of her element when it comes to any kind of sex. She is gorgeous, she is sexy, the way her body moves… no fucking way.

I flex my fingers around the back of her neck before I release her and take a step back, my hand falling to my side.

“Get in your car, babe.”

She does. Without another word, I watch as she tugs the car door open and slips inside before I walk over to my bike and straddle it. I start my engine, and she does the same and begins to drive. She’s got a firm grip on her steering wheel at ten and two.

I chuckle as I follow behind her.

Kyle follows every rule of the road, not exceeding the speed limit by even one mile per hour.

It’s cute as fuck.

She’s indeed a rule follower. I know that when she lets go, it’s going to be an explosion of fucking epic proportions, and it’s going to be beautiful to watch. I hope to get a little taste of it this morning.

Parking my bike beside her car, I follow her into her motel room. She moves into the room, tossing her bag on the table. Her back is to me. I can tell she’s nervous. I close the door behind me, flip the lock into place, and watch her for a moment.

“You’ve got secrets,” I announce.

Her body freezes, and I watch as her spine straightens. Slowly, she turns around to face me, and her eyes slide up my entire body until they find mine. She chews on the corner of her bottom lip as she stares at me.

“I do,” she whispers.

I can tell she doesn’t want to tell me what they are. She doesn’t have to. I’ll find out on my own. But before this night happens, I need to know how much fucking drama this is going to bring to the table for me.

“You married? Got kids? Did illegal shit and are on the run?” I ask.

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