Page 57 of Resurfaced Passion
He didn’t so much look startled as he did turned on.
Her confidence crawled towards him,panting.
“I mean, you did already declare last night I couldn’t date anyone but you…” she slammed that information down between them, chin back, eyes daring him to deny it.
“I know. I remember.”
Oh.
OH.
Rat-a-tat-tat. Her heart went a little faster when he wrenched up out of the seat, and prowled across the diner, eyes only for her.
When he reached her, he grabbed Paige’s hand and with his free one he lifted the hatch, leading her behind him while he directed a question at a stunned, yet dreamy-looking Lucie. The damn girl needed to drop her crush on Reaper or Paige would cut off all her hair.
“I need a private word with Paige. Can you watch the diner?”
Lucie, that little traitor shivered dramatically. She loved when Reaper used words of more than one syllable.
“Oh, don’t rush. I got things covered,” she called out in a sing-song voice
He closed the door to the back room with a click.
It was Paige who did the shivering now. Not because she was cold, or even because she was locked in the storage room. It was the man approaching her like a jaguar in the wild. A rolling gait, a heated stare. A predatory aura about him. So close she caught the smell of coffee on his breath as it wafted over her cheeks and felt the soft, buttery leather jacket on her bare arm.
Paige tilted her chin back and swallowed slowly.
“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I was thinking of a first date.”
Big fat liar. She’d take a storeroom date with Reaper any time. Especially with the way he crowded her against the shelf holding rows and rows of dry ingredients.
Most would call Reaper attractive. He had all the attributes of a gorgeous man with his strong jawline and two-day dusting of facial hair, good teeth and those perfect, kissable lips. Not to mention a body to drown in. But as she stood there, surrounded in his scent and masculinity, wondering what he was thinking as he looked at her, only one thing screamed at her as she saw the blazing heat in his eyes and that was; Reaper was set you on fire kind of appealing. He was the reason you needed to carry a change of underwear in your purse.
As Reaper moved an inch closer she realized he had the superpower to freeze her on the spot, she moaned before she could stop the noise, entranced as he reached out a hand and cupped the side of her face. He looked at her for what felt like a week. “I’m sorry I didn’t remember last night the moment I was awake.” She shrugged, what else could she say when her tongue felt so thick in her mouth?
“I should have, ‘cause I smelled like you, Paige.”
Holy freaking cow.
His head came down, brushing their noses together. “I can still hear how you cried when I made you come. I can still see my come dripping off your tits.”
The low, sensual tenor of his voice penetrated through her cotton dress and panties and pressed to that place he owned last night until a tingly shudder pulsed through her clit and the need for spare undies was all too noticeable between her wet thighs.
“You were so fucking sexy, Paige. Incredibly beautiful giving me all your wet shudders.”
His voice was more potent than a bottle of wine. Silkier than melted chocolate. She’d thought about his voice all day, the dirty things he’d said, and she’dloved. She’d never known she’d love being spoken to in that way until all those evocative words came tumbling out of his mouth and sent her pleasure skyrocketing even higher.
The biker gave unbelievable dirty talk.
His gaze ate her alive and didn’t leave any residue left to slop up with a piece of bread.
“You put your thumb in my butt.” She blurted out of nowhere and wanted to scream and retract all those fucking stupid words.Why. Why. Why. Oh, fucking god.
His fingers burrowed into her hair, holding her scalp almost too hard and she loved it because it meant Reaper was really touching her, she wasn’t dreaming, this wasn’t one of her fantasies.
“Mmm…did you like it, baby? Want it again?” She could only garble words that made no sense before those fantasy-inspiring lips dropped down and devoured hers in a kiss Hollywood would win all the Oscars for.
Paige was overwhelmed, turned on, and practically humping his leg.
