with you like this. But it also feels good and right, doesn’t it?”
“It does, babe. Tell me you’re not going to pull away from me tomorrow.”
“I’m not. I was actually hoping we could see each other Saturday night,” she said coyly.
“You’re blushing, sweet cheeks. Does this mean you plan on taking advantage of me this weekend?”
Her pulse quickened from heat flaring between them. “I did enjoy those kisses. But don’t get your hopes up for more, biker boy.”
“You like our kisses, huh?” His eyes drilled into her. “We can definitely enjoy more of those.”
He brushed his lips over hers, soft as a feather, and backed her up against her car. She held her breath, readying for a kiss. But his lips passed over hers, across her cheek, leaving her desperate for their touch as he said, “You’re busy Friday night?”
“Mm-hm. Jealous?”
He pressed his lips to her cheek and whispered in her ear, “Should I be?”
His voice was so sexy and manly, butterflies took flight in her belly. “Of a girls’ night with my book club? Maybe if I were into women. I mean Steph and the girls are gorgeous.”
He kissed the sensitive skin beside her ear, sending ripples of lust slicing through her, and said, “You might turn other guys on with that talk, but not me, blondie.” He kissed the edge of her lips. “You’re the only woman I want.” He brushed his lips over hers and said, “Seeing you—or hearing about you—with another woman would not be better than having you all to myself.”
Every touch of his lips heightened her anticipation, causing her breathing to shallow.
He trailed kisses along her jaw. “I’m not a twentysomething kid, Chloe. I’m past games and recklessness. I know what I want, and she’s standing right in front of me.”
Did he know those words were the biggest turn-on of all?
When he brushed his scruff over her cheek, pressing his hard body against her, a lustful sound slipped from her lips. She felt him smiling against her other cheek as he kissed her there. His lips trailed down her neck, and she curled her fingers into his sides, needing stability against her weakening knees. He’d loosened the cork on her resistance, unleashing a burning desire, an aching need to kiss him again. She’d held back from him for so long, she felt like she might detonate. Her nerves hummed like live wires as he retraced his path, kissing up her neck, across her jaw and cheek, and dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear.
“Justin—” she pleaded unabashedly.
“Something you want, beautiful?”
The heck with waiting. She grabbed his head and crushed her mouth to his. His hands dove into her hair, fisting, causing stings of pain and pleasure to ignite inside her. His hips rocked against hers as they devoured each other with reckless abandon. She didn’t care that they were standing in a parking lot where anybody could see them making out. They were fully dressed, not naked and groping, and she wasn’t about to deny the tantalizing persuasion of his incredibly talented and delicious mouth or the feel of his hard heat pressing against her. Every slide of their tongues, every guttural sound and scratch of his scruff, made her crave more of him. Just when she thought she’d lose her mind, he eased his efforts to intoxicatingly slow, smoldering kisses. She heard a whimpering moan and realized it had come from her. She wasn’t a whimperer. What kind of spell had he cast over her? Whatever it was, she never wanted it to end.
Someone cleared their throat, and Chloe startled, tearing her mouth away, breathless and shaky.
Madigan and Zander were standing beside them grinning, and Tank was closing in on them from a few feet away, his brows knitted with confusion. Justin’s hands were still in Chloe’s hair, his body pressed temptingly against her. Oh God. Justin’s kisses had obliterated everything else, even her good sense!
“Hey,” Justin said casually, drawing Chloe away from the car and into his protective arms.
Chloe didn’t need protection. She wasn’t ashamed of her actions. She was just embarrassed about being caught making out in the parking lot like a horny teenager. She lifted her chin and put her arm around Justin, meeting his siblings’ curious gazes as his equal, not his charge.
“We were wondering where you guys had gotten off to,” Madigan said.
“Looks like we interrupted them before they had a chance to get off,” Zander said with an arrogant smirk.