Page 12 of Alpha & Omega

Kingston tugged on my T-shirt and pulled me closer until our lips met. My body tingled with electricity, proving we definitely had chemistry. Never had a kiss send zings through me before. Maybe my romance novels were right all along. He was a damn good kisser, too, with just enough control that wasn’t overwhelming, and very little saliva, as his tongue slid into my mouth.

My hand rested on his scruffy jaw, and his hand threaded through my hair as our kiss deepened.

I enjoyed kissing women, but kissing men was an entirely different experience. There was more force and ownership behind it, not to mention his scruff rubbing against my beard that I really liked.

And damn if he didn’t smell good. His scent was light but spicy—a hint of masculinity without it being overwhelming.

A sudden cough had us separating.

“Apologies, but I wanted to hand you the check,” our server said. “I hope you enjoyed your meals.”

I snagged the bill before Kingston could. “Yes, everything was delicious.”

“I can split that with you,” he said.

“Nope, I asked you out. You can pay next time.”

His smile turned crooked. “I’d like a next time with you. Sounds like a plan.”

After I paid, we left the restaurant. “Did you drive?” I asked.

“I took the bus since I didn’t want to struggle to find parking. It’s usually pretty crowded around here.”

“I’ve got my bike if you want to ride with me.”

Kingston stood toe-to-toe with me, standing a couple of inches taller than my six-two frame, and tugged me into another kiss. My dick tried to pulse to life, but I kept it under control.

“Ride behind you on yourbike? Sounds fun.”

I took his hand and threaded our fingers as we walked toward my motorcycle. When we reached it, Kingston whistled and walked around it, touching the chrome.

“What a beauty. I love all the black with that touch of red. She’s aHarley-Davidson, right? Did you get it on purpose because of your name?”

I laughed. “I was actually named after the bike. It was my dad’s favorite. He had a Harley and would drive it across the country every summer with his buddies.”

“What model is she?”

“I just got her last year. She’s a 2023 Heritage Classic.”

“I bet you look good on her,” he said, winking.

“I don’t know about that, but I feel good on her. Let’s get out of here.”

I handed him my only helmet, having left Hudson’s at home.

He took it from my hand and asked, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. My house is only about a mile away, over in Fell’s Point. Better me getting injured than you.”

After hopping onto my bike, Kingston climbed on behind me with the helmet on, and wrapped his strong, tattooed arms around me like he belonged right there, holding me.

We’d just met for the first time tonight, but I felt like I’d known him for months instead of hours, which was a clear sign we were a good match—at least for me.

“Let’s go make some fire,” he said through his helmet.

I laughed and started the engine. “Let’s do it.”

Itonlytookaboutfive convenient minutes to get to Harley’s house. I climbed off his bike and handed him his helmet as I looked up at the old townhome, made from clapboard painted pale blue with a white trim and cute yellow door.

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