Page 2 of Her Beastly Biker
I could not feel more wanting, thinking of my sweaty clothes, my tangled red hair, and my general dishevelment. But there’s heat in those deep blue eyes when he finally looks me in the eye.
“Enjoy the show, sweetheart?” he drawls lazily.
I gulp.How exactly do I respond to that? As usual, my mouth takes over before my brain has time to catch up.
“Hell, yes,” I mutter.
Chapter Two
Hawk
Damn tourists. I’m not on the list of local attractions, even for the prettier ones. -Hawk
I watch with amusement as the woman’s cheeks turn bright red. Almost red enough to match the tangled curls escaping from her ponytail. My cock is already hard at the idea of her watching me bathe naked. I could easily come just from watching this woman blush like a damn teenager.Fuck.I’ve always had a weakness for redheads…and women who act all innocent. Even if they aren’t. Surprisingly, instinct tells me this one might not be just acting.
I tilt my head to gaze with interest at the pretty stranger. She’s got the curves of a goddess to boot.
I snort. “My eyes are up here, princess.” I cross my arms and give her my best fulminating glare. Her green-eyed gaze finally meets mine. “I’m glad I could provide you with some eye candy, but do you mind tellin’ me what the hell you’re doing up here?”
She looks like a city chick. Her hiking boots are brand new, and the backpack thrown over her shoulders probably costs a few hundred bucks. Even sweaty and a little dirty, she appears to have money and resources beyond what the usual resident of Jackson Ridge would.
She gulps hard. “I…I’m…well, I…”
I sigh loudly. “Maybe you could just spit out a few words here, princess. This isn’t a damn tourist spot. This is for residents only. We don’t take kindly to strangers wandering around and getting their asses lost. Mountain rescue has better things to do than save some pampered princess who wandered too far from the trail.” I take my time looking her up and down, from her new leather boots to the blood running down one of her pale, shapely legs, and finally to the heavy breasts covered by a pink tank top. The sight of the blood makes me tense. The sensitive skin of her shoulders already has a pink glow to it that signals a sunburn. That all combines to make me irrationally angry. I have a weird need to cover up her beautiful skin and hide her away where she will always be protected.You’re a weirdo, Hawk. Just get rid of the perfect girl who is way out of her comfort zone.
I continue in a harsh voice. “You’re definitely not from around here, and based on those shoes, you have no business hiking anywhere. Those damn shoes are probably why you got so skinned up.” I sigh, hating myself a little bit for being so mean to the pretty princess. “Let me look at the knee.”
She rounds her shoulders, and I finally catch a flash of something besides embarrassment in her eyes. Anger darkens those emerald eyes into a hunter green.
“My knee is just fine. It’s just a scratch.” She waves me away with a haughty lift of her hand. “Do you think you could possibly get some clothes on?” she asks in a hard tone. I can hear the drawl of Southern in that voice of sweet steel.
“Why?” I ask, letting my hands fall to my sides, “Why should I when you like the view so damn much? Or was that not you saying, “hell yes” a minute ago?” I raise an eyebrow. “I would hate to ruin your sightseeing trip.”
She surveys me up and down. Predictably, my dick responds by giving a twitch.Fuck, my body wants this stranger.She then waves her hand in the air. “I’ve seen better.”
My mouth curves up into a smirk. “Sure, that’s why you were staring at me like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”
That blush of hers belies her innocence again. “Just…just get dressed, you…you neanderthal. Then you can ask me any questions you want.”
I waggle my finger at her. “Alright princess, I’ll put some clothes on, but you damn well aren’t going anywhere until I find out what you’re doing up here. No runnin’ off.”
I turn to walk away, giving her full view of my naked ass. I hear her sharp intake of breath and can’t help but smile.
Chapter Three
How dare he? How dare he think he knows what I am and am not capable of? How dare he…be so damn hot? -Maggie
His ass might be the perfect ass. Somehow, that thought infuriates me more, even as my body heats with desire. Round twin globes of perfection stalk away with me.What I wouldn’t give to bite that…the smirk he gives me over his shoulder makes my blood roil with frustration. I can swear the man knows what I’m thinking.
Yes, I’m looking, you asshole. I can’t help but look. Anyone who appreciates masculine beauty would look.
I take note of a leather jacket laid out nearby and an old Nikon camera that he sets aside with care. But ultimately, my entire focus is on the rugged, naked man before me.
I heave a sigh as he bends over to get his clothes off a rock and gives me an even better view. I have a sudden image of holding on to that beautiful behind while he screws merelentlessly. I close my eyes.Shit, why do I have to have such a damn good imagination?
I open my eyes and try to concentrate on anything other than him. I tap my foot. Um, that’s a beautiful waterfall. See, great scenery right there. Again, my gaze skitters to the left where he’s still changing.Damn, he has a beautiful chest too. I never thought a hairy chest did it for me before, but…
Oof, stop already!!!Think angry thoughts. The man is not for you, Maggie.
