Page 23 of Warrant
At least this time there wasn’t a bunch of gossiping mothers, and their kids, hanging around as I kissed her. The hand at her hip moved up to wrap around her, tugging her closer to my body because she wasn’t fighting me. As soon as our lips rubbed together she sort of…melted into me. Fuck. Yes.
As soon as she let go of all that self-control she was going to be a fucking wild cat. I just knew it. I was hoping she’d scratch and bite me, mark me up a bit. Making her lose her shit and go wild while I fucked her was fast becoming a personal goal of mine. She was always so…put together. So much in control. I wanted to make her lose it. Make her lose her mind. Forget everything but me and what I was doing to her.
My tongue brushed hers and she let out a sexy little moan that had my dick harder than a two by four. She was so damn delicious.
She shoved at my chest, so I reluctantly broke the kiss but didn’t put space between us. Her tits were mashed up against my chest and I liked it. Fucking loved how tall she was, how toned and strong her body was. I pretty much liked everything Ainsley so far.
“You’ve got to quit doing that,” she said, staring up at me, not moving away either.
“Why?”
“Someone’s going to see.”
“Is that why?” I grinned. Someone already had. A lot of someones. Not that anyone was going to confront her on kissing someone. They didn’t know her well enough yet. But between my MC brothers and my family, I already knew the town was talking about me kissing the new sheriff. Owen had already read me theriot act. As if his objections were going to stop me. He knew it, too. Annoying bastard had still tried.
She ran a hand through her hair, then seemed to realize how close we were still standing and scrambled backward.
It made my palms itch to let her go. I wanted to snatch her close again, but if I pushed too hard she was going to bolt on me. I didn’t want that. I needed to take some time. It was a delicate balance of just enough patience to lure her in, but not so much that I lost her.
“Look, Warrant,” she said with a sigh. “I’m new here. I’m just trying to…get my bearings. I don’t have the time, or luxury, of…starting…anything. With anyone,” she clarified.
“Uh huh,” I said, watching the cows as she tried to let me down easy. I snorted to myself. She didn’t know me well yet, but that wasn’t going to work. She’d find out soon enough. No need for me to tell her.
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the invitation to dinner-”
Focusing on her, I let one side of my lips lift upward. “That was Mom’s invitation.”
“Huh?”
“You still owe me dinner, Ainsley. In exchange for those locks. This was Mom’s dinner. Not mine.”
Her mouth opened as though she was going to say something, then closed. Finally, she narrowed her eyes at me. “Okay. Fine, but it’s not a date,” she said, drilling her finger into my chest.
I grinned at her, pushing a little closer to her. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
She gave in first and backed away from me. “When do you want to do this?”
“How about Friday?” I asked, which was four days away. Enough time to have her worrying about it a little bit, not so far that she’d stop and get used to the idea.
She sighed. “Fine. Friday.”
“I’ll pick you up.”
Grabbing her hand, I ignored her struggle and linked our fingers together as I walked her back to the house. This was going to be a lot of fun.
It wasearly Friday when I showed up to the sheriff’s station. Stepping inside, I found Owen and sat down across from his desk. “How’s it going?”
“Busy,” he grunted, hunched over his computer as he filled out paperwork.
“Everything alright?” I asked. Sentinel wasn’t usually that busy of a place.
He glanced up at me. “Yeah. Just a couple of things here and there. Nothing too big.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “Do I need to worry?”
“‘Bout what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Are you just bored and playing around? Or is this serious?” he asked, not answering my question. “I need to fucking know, War, because this is my damn job and-”
“I’m not playing around,” I told him, leaning back in my own chair and mirroring the way he had his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m not fucking around either,” I said, knowing he’d know exactly what I meant. I was trying to figure shit out, but… Ainsley could end up being it for me.
