Page 19 of T-Bone
Her green eyes opened, and her gaze went straight to my lips.
I growled and wrapped the other hand around the back of her head a second before my mouth crashed down on hers. Lush lips, thick and supple, met mine. She was pliant and warm as her tongue swept across my lips, back and forth in a motion that set my body on fire. She moaned and my cock hardened painfully.
She opened up to me, and my tongue slipped inside, finding her hot and wet. The sounds she made as our tongues collided and danced had my body strung tight and all I wanted was to take this kiss to the next level, but I knew I couldn’t.
Faith pushed her hips against mine and let out a low growl as I devoured every fucking inch of her mouth. She tasted like a dream come true and she kissed like my dirtiest fantasies, and the last thing I wanted was to end the kiss. Fuck, my mind was already thinking about her in those little booty shorts and how much I’d like to slowly pull them down those shapely legs.
With the strength of ten thousand bikers, I pulled back slowly until just a puff of hot air sat between our lips. “Fuck,” I whispered.
Faith grinned and touched her lips with a shaky hand. “Holy fuck.” Her green eyes were wide and shocked, arousal pulsed in her eyes.
Masculine pride swelled in my chest at the look on her face and the way that tiny pulse in her throat beat wildly. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “We should, uh, get out of here.” She caressed the side of my face, flicking a gaze just past my shoulder. “They’re still watching.”
“Of course they are.” If I were them, I’d be watching that kiss, except I was the lucky fucker who got to enjoy it.
“We can’t go to the address now, not with them following so closely.” They were following us for this exact reason. “They think you know where the girl is.”
“I’d like to know who’s with her. She’s not alone and she’s not with Ashley. Any ideas?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.” And the thoughts I was having wouldn’t provide any comfort without confirmation. “Come on. Let’s go on a little ride.”
Thatlittleride ended up being two and a half hours of pure fucking torture with her sweet curves pressed against me,and her hands resting low on my waist. I couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking kiss, which pissed me off. I liked pussy as much as the next guy—except maybe Falcon—but I didn’t get crazy over women. I didn’t romanticize shit, and I didn’t think about them except when I was buried deep inside of them.
And it was too bad that I wouldn’t end today buried inside the warm, curvy woman behind me.
Chapter Thirteen
Faith
“Ithink my legs stopped working about twenty minutes ago.” My legs trembled the minute my feet hit the pavement in the motel parking lot and T-Bone’s hand shot out to steady me. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Long rides take some getting used to.” His lips quirked up at the corners as he watched me. “You good?”
I shook out my legs and arms, certain I looked ridiculous, but my limbs were too grateful to give a damn as my circulation improved. “I’m getting there.”
“I’ll get us a room for the night, and you keep watch for the green sedan.” He was so damn bossy, but I couldn’t deny that right now, it appealed to me.
It was probably that damn kiss that had me all twisted up. It was a good kiss, too good in my opinion. It was the kind of kiss that made you stay up all night thinking about the kissandthe man who gave you that kiss. “Yeah, okay,” I mumbled and turned away from T-Bone.
He was too big and too masculine. He took up all the space in the room and made it difficult to think about anyone or anything else. I watched him walk away, surprisingly nimble and graceful for a man his size.This cannot end well.
I shook it off and watched the road beyond the parking lot, but no cars or trucks passed, and definitely no motorcycles. The highway was quiet, and the parking lot was almost empty, which allowed us to slip into our room unnoticed after T-Boneparked the bike in the shadows beside the stairwell. The room was small with a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a small table for two in the corner and a six-drawer dresser with a flat screen TV on top. It wasn’t much to look at, but the bedspread smelled freshly laundered, and the carpet lacked the usual motel room stains. “Here we are.”
“Here we are,” he repeated, closing and locking the door behind us. “I’m hungry as fuck.”
Laughter burst out of me at his grunted words. “I spotted a diner on the other side of the highway. Twenty-four hours.”
His hands bunched and flexed. His jaw clenched, and then he nodded. “I’ll get food. What do you want?”
I bit back a smile. “Salad and a bacon cheeseburger. Water.”
His brows shot up. “You want a salad? From a diner?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I need vegetables to keep my body strong and energized. And I wouldn’t say no to a toothbrush.”
“Anything else?” His question was gruff and sarcastic, but I wasn’t offended because I realized that was just his way. T-Bone spent most of his time with salty bikers and they didn’t care about manners or being nice.
