Page 18 of Hell on Wheels

She was too damn feisty. Sexy. Stubborn. A part of me wanted to see if I could tame such a wild little bird.

My head lowered, hovering only a few inches away from the pouty pink softness I remembered touching only an hour ago when we first arrived. That kiss lit a low flame inside me, and I couldn’t stop wondering what it would feel like to slide my dick through those same silky lips.

Nothing good could come from this attraction that I felt. I was oddly protective and downright obsessed with the little minx. The idea of any other man taking advantage of her sweetness fired up a rage I hadn’t felt since I left the Corps. My entire body tensed and pleaded for release.

She was the only way I’d lose some of this excess energy, and I wanted her warmth wrapped around me when I finally let down my walls for a brief moment. She made me want to feel again. It was fucking dangerous but also intoxicating.

My chin dropped another inch.

I just wanted one little taste. A single night. One chance.

This chemistry between us did wicked things to my brain. My fingers had been itching to touch her since the moment her sweet little ass dropped onto the seat of my bike. She’d been taken advantage of and abused, her trust broken, and for some reason, I wanted to prove to her that not every man would treat her that way. I could be gentle. Tender. Everything she wanted and needed.

The problem was, I knew it would only lead to craving her more. An itch that couldn’t be tamed with just a few scratches. I knew this, but I couldn’t walk away.

I didn’t do relationships and didn’t indulge feelings. My heart was untouchable. I locked it away and swore I wouldn’t let anyone else in again. It hurt too fucking much.

Didn’t change the fact that I wanted balls deep inside her and couldn’t wait to hear that sexy voice crying out my name in pleasure.

“One night,” I growled low, offering what I could give, as little as it was. “Say yes.”

Her eyes locked on mine. She blinked.

“Say yes,” I repeated, curling my hand around her neck, letting my palm rest against her throat as my thumb brushed her jaw.

Her body shifted closer to mine.

When her pulse thrummed, and I felt each beat of her heart as it quickened, I knew I had my answer.

Chapter 6

“Say yes,” Flint growled, his thumb gently brushing across my jaw and sending shivers across the surface of my skin.

Blinking, I knew he’d just asked me to spend the night with him.

One night. No attachment. No promises.

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