Page 25 of Rider Forbidden
“Thanks Jack.” I say and sit down.
The meal goes by quickly in chat, banter and drink. The waitress is all over Jack - it makes me sick, she has no scruples whatsoever.
We get it hun, you're into bikers.
She makes it so obvious it pisses me off, but I don't want anyone to see it. Thankfully, we leave her and move on to a bar to have a drink before heading to the club. Harry comes to the bar, he has no intention of coming clubbing with us, he’s getting us a round in. He comes back with a big jug of sangria for Sophie and I, and a beer for each of the lads. I feel sorry for Jack and Denny - and the other guys really - they can't get drunk, Jacks riding every day apart from the Wednesday when we're due back, so it’s just Sophie and I that can do what we want. Ah well. Them’s the breaks.
After a while, Harry says goodnight and Sophie wants to dance. I dance with her, but Jack’s gaze doesn't leave me, I know he’s watching me like a hawk. Topic’s ‘Breaking me’starts to play, I love this tune. I get lost in it, but I can feel him watching me - I would say it was because he doesn't trust me, but I know it’s not that. There is hunger there. I'd be lying if I said it wasn’t affecting me. It is. I feel hot all over. It makes me feel confident - he wants me. I take the dancing up a notch, losing myself for a while.
Moments later I feel him at my arm, he leans into my ear. “Can I talk to you?”
Startled, I nod “Sure.”
I walk off the dancefloor and he leads me to another part of the pub, away from our table, right at the other end of the bar. I frown at him. “What’s up?”
“I thought I’d save you from yourself.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know that ‘fuck me’ dance that you were doing. It was going to get you into a lot of trouble.”
Anger and disbelief flood me. “You have got to be kidding me!”
He shakes his head. “Every fucking guy in the room was watching you . . . like you didn't know.”
“I . . . I was just dancing. No one was watching.”
He stares at me for a moment. “Jesus, you're telling the truth . . . you had no idea.”
“No one was watching me. You stopped me from having fun.”
“I stopped every guy in here from having fun. They'll all be jerking off thinking of you tonight, in that ‘please come fuck me’ dress and heels, looking like you do.”
“You are horrible to me. Go away and leave me alone.”
“I want to!” he shouts, “I don't want to be watching you all fucking night but for some reason, I can't take my eyes off you!”
I'm silent, I get it, I feel drawn to him too when I don't want to be.
He’s quiet when he says, “I want to kiss you.”
He reaches his hand up and gently strokes my cheek, I close my eyes - his touch igniting my skin, making my body hum. “Actually correction, I wantyouto kissme.” His voice is soft, I open my eyes, he’s looking at me as though I'm the best thing on the planet, it's like a drug, drawing me to him. I step forward so my body is flush with his and reach up to put my hand at the back of his neck, feeling the hair at the nape. Even with these high heels, he’s still way taller than me. I nudge his head so that he'll bring it down to mine. He doesn't need much nudging, his mouth is on mine. I dart my tongue out and lick along the seam of his lips, he groans and his arms close around me, he opens his mouth and his tongue brushes with mine, I feel it right in my core. I deepen the kiss, I feel his hands dig into my hips as though he’s trying to control himself. He tastes and smells divine . . . I get lost. I forget where I am, forget that I need to stay away from men like him, and just kiss. We both break off breathless, staring at each other. His hand comes up to cup my face, I love it when he does it, it’s a surprisingly tender move from someone I didn't think was capable of tenderness. If these are his moves, I can understand why women want more - he acts like everything means something. Those blue eyes stare into mine as though he can see into my soul. I have pretty much zero experience with men - maybe this makes me vulnerable to his moves, but god they don't feel like moves.
“I shouldn't be kissing you.” I breathe.
“Yeah that’s going around, I shouldn't be kissing you either but fuck me I can't resist.”
“You're a good kisser.”
He smirks “Thanks, I'm good at other things too.”
I flush “I won't be finding that out.”
“No?” He is so smug. “We’ll see.”
He watches me. “Jeez relax, you've gone so tense. It was just a kiss OK? No harm done - I get it . . . I'm bad for you, I agree, I am. And you are bad for me. It's just a bit of fun - come on, let's go back to the others.”
He grabs my hand to lead me back to the others, I love the feel of my hand in his - too much. I fleetingly wonder if it’s because I know I shouldn't go there that makes me want him more. We always want what we can't have, right? Or that’s the human way, but I’ve never been like that. These last years with Eli I’ve never wanted anything more. I’ve been happy . . . until him.
