Page 19 of Skid
Dalton:That sounds great. Can I bring anything?
Me:Just your appetite. Dinner is at six.
Dalton:I’ll be counting the minutes until I see you again, beautiful.
Me:Until then . . .
It was just after lunch, and my stomach grumbled, reminding me to eat. Walking into the house, I pulled some cold cuts and cheese from the fridge when I heard a motorcycle getting closer. Butterflies took flight in my stomach, and I walked to the open front door to see Dalton pulling into my yard. He turned the bike off, and I stepped onto the porch, shielding my eyes from the sun.
He removed his helmet and climbed off the bike before he approached the house. His faded jeans and tight-fitting shirt gave him an edgy vibe but knowing the leather jacket he wore was from an actual motorcycle club took him to a whole different level of hotness. He had a swagger to his hips as he walked up the stairs, stopping a foot from me and leaning down, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
I smiled as he stood up and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked down at me, and I fought the urge to throw myself at him. He was hotter than should be legal, and I felt heat creeping up my face.
Clearing my voice, I asked, “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to see you and to give you a kiss before dinner tonight,” he rationalized , and I inched closer to him.
“And now that I have my kiss?”
“That was just a hello, darlin’,” he replied, his voice filled with need.
I licked my lips and met his gaze with mine, seeing his desire for me burning brightly in his eyes. Stepping closer until the smell of leather, smoke, and something distinctly Dalton filled my senses, I touched my hands to his toned chest and whispered, “Then where’s my kiss?”
He brought his hands to my hips and tugged me closer to him before he slammed his mouth to mine. I groaned as his soft beard rubbed against my lips and opened my mouth, feeling him sweep his tongue against mine. His thickness was growing against my stomach as I brought my hands to his shoulders and linked them behind his neck.
His strong arms wrapped around me, dragging me impossibly close to him as our kiss grew in intensity. I felt myself moving backward until I collided with the wall of my house. He began to kiss across my jaw, and I angled my neck toward him until his lips pressed against the column. Shivers broke out along my body, and I moaned into the air. With a slight drag of his teeth across my pulse point as he pressed his hard length against me, he reluctantly slowed the kiss, placing soft nips on my lips until we were panting for air.
I fluttered my eyelids open and saw him looking down at me with such fire that I was ready to jump into the flames. Nothing about him made me scared, even though I’m sure there are parts of his life with his club that I might not agree with, I couldn’t resist the pull to him.
I’ve seen the motorcycle TV show with the sexy actor and know that most clubs are less than legal, but his claim of working for a company that made the news for the technological innovations was reassuring. Until he showed me the bad, I would only see the good.
I just hoped I wasn’t being manipulated again. I wouldn’t survive any more betrayal.
The buzzer in the kitchen sounded, and he lifted his nose into the air and smiled. “Something smells delicious.”
“It’s your dessert,” I smiled and went to slide out of his embrace when he tugged me closer to him.
He whispered, “It’s not the dessert.”
He placed a soft kiss on my neck and released me. My legs were wobbly, and my panties were damp from his amazing kiss, but I needed to get his pie out of the oven before it burned. Opening the door, I walked inside and looked over my shoulder, expecting him to be behind me. He stood with his arms crossed, but not moving.
“You’re welcome to come inside,” I remarked and walked to the small kitchen.
The door closed in the living room, and I saw Dalton step into my house. He looked around quickly before he walked into the kitchen to find me placing the pie on the counter. I was pleased with how it turned out and hoped he liked it.
“Damn, Grace. That looks amazing, and I have no doubt it will taste even better.”
He looked at the cold cuts and cheese on the counter and gave me a quizzical look. “Have you eaten lunch yet?”
“I was just making me something. Would you like to join me?”
“Can I take you to lunch?”
I looked down at my shorts and T-shirt before shrugging. “Sure. Let me freshen up really quick.”
I went to move around him in the kitchen doorway when he placed a hand on my side and whispered, “You look beautiful, now.”
“Thank you,” I replied and brushed a piece of hair off my forehead.
