Page 2 of The Roadie
“My top absorbed most of it.” She pulled the material away from her body and cringed. “Just wet.”
“Let me help you.” He put the cups back on the counter and led her by the elbow toward the restroom.
She tried to protest, but this guy never slowed his pace. She had to admit, she really enjoyed the attention. It had been a long time since she’d been pampered by a man as sexy as this one.
He propped the door to the restroom open with the large metal garbage pail and turned on the faucet.
She watched, unsure and intrigued by exactly what this guy intended to do. The spill was down the front of her shirt, and she wondered if he planned on groping her and why she wasn’t protesting. He grabbed a bunch of paper towels from the dispenser and wadded them into two separate piles. He ran one set under the water and squeezed out the excess, while the other sat on the edge of the sink. Without hesitation, he pulled the shirt away from her body and swabbed at the stain, first with the set of wet paper towels, then with the dry ones.
A bemused smile spread across Kira’s lips as she watched him tend to her with the familiarity of an old friend when, in reality, he was a total stranger. She studied his rugged face and intense eyes, which never left his task. His angular cheekbones and strong jawline were clearly visible under his thick beard. Facial hair was never really something she found attractive before, but this guy wore his like a lion. It screamed confidence and nobility, and she had an insane inkling to reach out and touch it. But she didn’t.
Her gaze settled on an eyebrow piercing, which looked menacing and cool, as he furrowed his brow with concentration. She watched his hand move up and down over the stain. He had a skull tattooed on the back of one hand and twin wrenches crossed on the other. Letters were written over his knuckles, but she could only read the word spelled out on his right hand. “Live?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“Your hand.”
“Oh.” A small smile spread across his lips as he presented both fists so she could read the full statement inked into his knuckles. “Live fast. It’s kinda my motto.”
Of course it was. She assessed what she learned about him in the 15 minutes since she’d first noticed him. He had paid for a stranger’s coffee. He defended her honor. And he took charge in cleaning up the stain on her top. This man acted on instinct, without forethought.
“Do you have any tattoos?” he asked.
“No.”
He looked her up and down with smoldering eyes. “You look like you’d have plenty. You’ve got a really edgy look. I love it.”
A little flutter tickled the center of Kira’s chest, something that hadn’t been there in a long time. “I like tattoos. I just don’t have any.” Her gaze washed over his arms. The designs blended together without any visible raw skin, making it hard to discern where one tattoo ended and the next began. An evil clown on his bicep taunted her with its wicked grin. “This one’s cool.” She brushed it with the tip of her finger, and he flexed his muscle underneath her touch. She sucked in a breath at the movement and wondered if he did it on purpose in order to incite the reaction.
“Thanks.” He bent his arm at the elbow and lifted it a little so she could get a better look. “I got it in Southern California last year.”
“Is that where you’re from?”
“Yep.” He flexed his other bicep. “I got this one in Japan.”
It was a tiger surrounded by tall bamboo with a waterfall in the background. It took up most of his upper arm, and the impressive detail made it look almost three dimensional. “It’s beautiful.” She ran her hand over the tattoo, feeling the curve of his muscle.What the hell am I doing?Surprised at her bold actions, she knew she should stop touching him, but she couldn’t help herself. It was as if she had no control. Everything about this man drew her to him. Even more compelling than his outward good looks and integrity, was that he interested her. She couldn’t determine if his appearance was more biker or rock star. He got inked in Japan, which made her wonder about the rock star aspect of his look, although she doubted he was famous. She knew almost all of the current and upcoming bands in the music industry, and she would have remembered him.
As soon as she looked at his face, those black eyes pinned her with their intensity and sent a hot shiver down her spine. All thoughts cleared her head and she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as a stone. He didn’t just lock eyes with her. He looked into her soul and saw exactly what she needed. Without asking, he kissed her, as if he knew she wanted it before she knew it herself. His mouth was strong against hers, his kiss commanding. He took control, and she let him. Succumbing to this stranger went against everything that defined her, but something about him made her let go.
His beard left a rough abrasion on her cheek, so different from the clean-shaven white-collar workers she usually went out with. They were the ones she was expected to date. He was the one she wanted.
As their mouths gyrated together, his erection came to life against her hip. Her body immediately reacted, reminding her that she was a woman with needs that had been neglected for far too long.
He pulled back and displayed a cocky grin, then kicked the garbage pail out from the doorway. The heavy metal door slammed shut, sealing off the world outside. He slid the deadbolt closed, then faced her with a grin that conveyed the sexy thoughts behind his twinkling eyes. He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing more tattoos and a heavily muscled chest that made her knees weak.
She was alone in the tiny bathroom with a man she’d barely spoken to, and it sent a shiver over her limbs. Or maybe the gooseflesh that covered her arms were the result of the stunning physique in front of her and their risqué proximity to one another.
Instinctively, her hands landed on his pecs. She looked up at him, and he kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth with authority. His hands reached under her top and caressed her waist. They were rough, working hands, and she needed to be naked so she could feel them all over her. She slipped her top over her head, unhooked her bra and tossed them both onto the bathroom counter. His mouth and hands were on her breasts in an instant. Callouses scratched across her nipples, lighting a fire between her legs and making her knees tremble. His hands massaged her breasts roughly. He was impatient. Hungry. And it made her react the same way.
She tugged at his jeans, and he immediately opened them and pushed them to his knees. She noted his lack of underwear, and it made her smile. He reached for the chain attached to his wallet, pulled it free and fished out a condom. Reality hit her. She was about to have sex with a stranger in a restroom. A man who carried condoms in his wallet. The outlandish behavior was totally unlike her, but it made her skin prickle with excitement.
Holding the condom between his teeth, he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down over her hips. He lifted her by the waist and placed her on the edge of the vanity, but not before placing his T-shirt underneath her first. The idea that he didn’t want her bare butt to touch the surface of the bathroom counter in a public restroom filled her with gratitude, because she was too caught up in the moment to care.
She leaned back, bracing her hands on either side of her, as he removed her boots and discarded her jeans and panties. With wide eyes and lips slightly parted, she watched him roll the condom over his length. Anticipation made her heart race like a frightened rabbit. He took a step forward and tugged her closer to him by the hips. She gasped and clutched onto his shoulders. Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss. As he pushed inside her, she automatically arched her back and dug her fingers into his biceps while her head fell back, and she took in a deep intake of air.
She bit her lip as she rocked into him. The voices of the people in the coffeehouse filtered into the bathroom as they chatted among themselves, unaware that behind the closed bathroom door two people were ravishing each other’s bodies. Or maybe a few did know. People had witnessed the altercation with the spilled coffee. Maybe they were listening right now to Kira’s heavy panting. A thrill shot through her at the notion that people were eavesdropping, and it pushed her over the edge. An explosion of sensations shot through her body. Colors flashed behind her eyes. She fell into a pool of bliss. It drowned her, and she couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. All she could do was surrender. Sensations made her body shudder. Every nerve ending vibrated inside of her, making her head buzz until she momentarily lost the ability to breathe. Air returned to her lungs with a loud gasp and left her flushed.
Unable to hold herself steady, she hung onto his neck, otherwise she’d slip off the vanity and fall to the floor. He lifted her by the hips as if she were weightless and took a step back. With one last push of energy, she flung her legs around his waist and interlocked her ankles. As he pumped his hips into her, he rubbed her crotch against him. Each movement drove another shot of euphoria through her body. She had no control. It was all him, and he was determined to make sure she received every bit of pleasure. Another tremor overtook her without warning, and her head was suddenly too heavy to hold up. It fell back, and she cried out toward the ceiling. The bright light shone down on her like an unforgiving sun. The muscles in her legs were weak with fatigue, and she could no longer hold her ankles interlaced behind his back. But he held her in place, making sure her body was engaged in endless friction. “Oh. My.” She gulped. “God. What are you doing to me?”
