Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,41
makes me want to throw all caution to the wind.
Is that what my mom had been worried about when she said, “Violet, bad boys are bad news.”
And damn, she was right.
I’ve dated preppy boys who wore polo shirts and khakis, and I never wanted them like I want Kansas. What is it about his appeal? Is it the danger aspect? The not-so-clean-shaven look?
He jerks his head up and then slams me against the door. One hand on my hip, the other caging my head in. “You have no idea just how much I want to break a promise I made to myself when it comes to you.”
“What…” I press my hands against his chest and swallow when I feel the strength held within the walls of his chest. “What promise?”
“I swore I would do everything by the book when it comes to you, and that means, no matter how much I want to kiss you, no matter how much I want to peel these clothes off you, I’m not going to.”
His lips are so close. They are right there. Right in front of me. All it will take is another gust of wind to push us together. “Why would you do that?” I follow his head with mine as he pulls away. I just want a quick peck, a little taste that will last me throughout the night.
“Because you deserve that. Honestly, I don’t want to fuck this up with sex right off the bat. I want to do right by you, no matter how fucking hard it is and how much it tests my willpower.”
“Awwwww.”
I close my eyes when I hear my sisters on the other side. “They are watching us, aren’t they?”
He chuckles, then leans in placing a kiss on my forehead. “Yep. They’re looking out the window.”
“Can we go now? Before they watch the entire date we are about to have at the door?”
He straightens, towering to his six-foot-four height, and holds out his arm. “I’d love to get the night started.”
I blink up at him and loop my arm through his until my hand rests on his forearm. So damn muscular.
“Bye, ladies,” he calls back to my sisters, who curse and drop the curtain to hide from us.
Yeah, like that helps. It’s too late to be incognito.
My boot slips on a patch of ice and I squeal, flinging my arms into the air. There’s that second when you know you’re about to bust your ass and it’s going to hurt. Where you think ‘Fuck, I hope no one can see this’ or ‘I hope I don’t break anything.’
And of course, I’m falling next to the one person I don’t want to fall in front of.
“I got ya!” he yells, swooping his massive arms around me.
I have my eyes squeezed shut waiting for my body to hit the ground, but it never comes. My back is resting against his knee, and he still has a strong hold of me. I peek an eye open and see his face come into view. I feel like I’m in the moment of one of those fairytale movies. He saved me from hurting myself, and now I’m lost in the forest of his eyes.
His hand drifts down to my hip, then works its way up again, cupping the side of my neck. Our clouds of frozen breath mingle, and I wait for him to kiss me.
This would be the perfect time for a kiss, damn it.
But he doesn’t. He lifts me up and sets me on my feet. “Are you okay?”
No, I am not okay.
How many more instances will there be for a perfect first kiss? That fall was golden material for him to use.
“Thank you for saving my life,” I tease, holding onto his arm again as we walk through the breezeway of the clubhouse to get to the parking lot.
“Anytime, Springs,” he says, opening the passenger side door for me.
“You’re opening my door?” I lift a brow impressed. “I’m not going to be able to get up in the seat—Oh!” He catches me off guard and picks me up, setting me in the truck. He buckles me in too. The strap of the seatbelt digs between my breasts, and he stares at my chest, biting his bottom lip before lifting his eyes to mine.
“If you’re surprised by me opening your door, you haven’t been dating the right men,” he states, yanking on the strap to tighten it so I’m secure. I gasp when his knuckles rub across my nipple,