Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,30

He stretches, pressing his back against the edge of the sofa, and there is a nasty crack that travels up his spine that causes him to moan.

Yeah, my eyes are zeroed in on his nipples. The material of the shirt is so thin that the metal glints ever so slightly.

Can he please stop stretching? For goodness’ sake, a woman can only handle so much.

“Hmm, what?”

He asked a question, right? I need to answer it.

He smirks. It’s crooked and cocky, tilting his cheek just to the right to show a damn dimple.

A dimple.

He knows exactly what he is doing.

This man exists to torture all of womankind. I don’t stand a chance.

“I asked how you are feeling? I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the meeting. I had to go on a run for Prez.” He reaches over and tugs on one of my curls. He pulls it all the way down and lets go, watching it bounce in place. “Oh, sorry. I like to watch the spring.”

“It’s alright. I know, my hair is crazy—”

“—It’s gorgeous. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

I shift under his gaze as we lock eyes, staring longingly at one another longer than necessary—again. My heart begins to throb every second that passes with every second he doesn’t look away. I read somewhere that chemistry can be created between two people if they stare into each other’s eyes for ten seconds.

I believe it now, because I can hardly breathe the longer we stare. My palms sweat. My tongue goes dry, and I’m noticing aspects of his face that I wouldn’t typically pay attention to, like the small dash of freckles scattered across his nose, and the tattoo on the left side of his face. It’s tiny, hardly noticeable, but it’s at the outer corner of his eye resting on his cheekbone—a heart. Never in a million years would I think that would be attractive or masculine, but he makes it work. His chin is square and there is a dip right under his bottom lip.

He is a handsome devil that makes me want to rebel against every warning my mom instilled in me about a man like him.

Kansas scoots over, and I gasp when his fingers graze over the side of my arm as he settles in front of me. “Are you ever going to tell me how you are?” he asks for the third time, still never breaking eye contact with me. It’s intimidating. “How is your head? Does it hurt?”

The blue flecks in his green irises have me lost in the sea all over again.

“I’m okay,” I finally remember how to speak. “My head is fine, but um…” I cough to clear my throat. “Boomer said that he thinks someone is going to come looking for their drugs since they weren’t delivered, but I swear, Kansas, I didn’t know. I still don’t know if what he thinks of my dad is real. I almost can’t. I would feel like everything was a lie.”

I let all of my worries spill from me in one breath, and I inhale a long deep breath when I need air. I cover my eyes with my palm and laugh, but it’s tinted with despair and embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to talk about it. It scares me.”

Kansas tugs my hand down from my face and his wide, calloused index finger rubs across the top of my hand. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m happy to listen, and don’t ever feel like you have to hide yourself from me. I like looking at you, Springs,” he says, still staring into the windows of my soul. “Talk to me about what else is on your mind.”

He likes looking at me. Can I misinterpret that? Do friends say that to one another? I’ve never had a male friend before. “I like looking at you too.” I don’t even know if he can hear me with how quiet I’m speaking. There’s a fever running through me making me hot, and If I’m sweating, I hope it isn’t noticeable.

How embarrassing would that be? Oh, I’m just melting into a pile of goo from how close he is, no big deal. I’m such a virgin. I bet he doesn’t like that. He seems like the kind of guy that takes girls to bed every night.

And that thought has a pang stinging my chest. I don’t want him to be with anyone else, but I can’t claim him. He is far from being