Page 8 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

“Well, maybe we can think of a way to make us both winners.” It just popped out of her mouth. She wanted to pat her own back for flirting like a champ, but at the same time she wanted to run screaming out the door. What the hell was she doing taking on someone like Cole?

He raised his brow before throwing the dart. This time he was way off, the dart hitting the wood paneling beside the dartboard and clattering to the floor. “Whoops,” he said, keeping his eyes on her and leaning a little closer. “Since you’re the winner, I guess it’s only fair that you choose your prize. So tell me…” He reached down and gently held her hand in his own, giant one. “What do you want, Jill?”

She hoped the music covered her gasp. You. All over me.

“Another drink, maybe?” Cole asked with a wide-eyed, innocent expression.

Her entire body hurt with need—one touch from him and she’d collapse in the biggest orgasm in history. What is going on with me? Geez, get a grip, she thought. “No, I think…I want to…”

How could she tell him she wanted him badly? She had no experience with this. He watched her, emotions playing out in his eyes. She wished she could read them. If only she knew him better. But that was the whole point. She didn’t. She just knew he was gallant. Charming. And hot.

Just say it, Jill… “I want to leave. With you.”

He stared at her a full minute, making her squirm, then he nodded like she’d just confirmed what he already knew. He reached up to cup her chin in his hand. “That’s easy. And that doesn’t count as your prize. You keep thinking about what it is you want. In fact, why don’t you think of three things you want me to give you once we walk out that door?” He flashed a smile at her.

She nibbled her bottom lip. “So you’re like a genie, giving me three wishes?”

“No,” he said, reaching out and gently raking his thick fingers through her hair, a gesture that made her close her eyes to absorb the fluttery sensation it caused. “I’m a man who wants you,” he whispered, “and is going to do whatever it takes to make you scream with pleasure.”

She gasped and leaned into him, but instead of kissing her, he released her, backed up several steps, then turned and walked to the bar. Annoyance briefly flashed through her. But oh, did he know what he was doing. The way he was drawing things out just made her hotter for him. She watched him pay while she hurriedly gathered her jacket and purse. Then he returned, put a gentle hand at her back, and steered her toward the exit. She was über aware of his hand pressing against her and imagined how it would feel having it all over the rest of her body.

The door shut behind them, cutting off the music. Suddenly, they stood together in the quiet of the outdoors. Her heart beat wildly. What was she doing just leaving with a strange man like this? This was so unlike her. They faced each other, and Cole’s hand slipped behind her neck, holding her gently. He lifted her chin again, but this time he brought his lips down on her mouth.

The kiss was hot but sweet, sweeter than she would’ve expected from a mass of muscle such as him, but then again, that was what was so intoxicating about him—that blend of gentleness and hardcore, solid man. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth slowly, exploring, taking his time to know and understand her tongue and lips. Jill felt her legs weakening. Her heart hammered in her chest and her stomach was so full of butterflies that she felt like it was about to take flight. She couldn’t breathe, but she never wanted the feeling to end. She prayed she wouldn’t crumble right on the sidewalk. She moaned, grabbing a handful of his shirt. But then, right as she leaned into him for a longer, deeper kiss, he pulled away gently, planting a softer, more innocent kiss right on the center of her lips, and another on her cheek.

Holy hell, she thought. She was a quivering mass of girl mush.

He looked her deep in the eyes. His were brown, warm, and so inviting. “Last chance. You sure you want to leave with me?”

“Are you trying to talk me out of it?”

“Hell no. I just want to make sure this isn’t about thanking me for what happened earlier. You don’t owe me anything, Jill. I was happy to help.”

“Oh, this isn’t how I thank people, Cole,” she said quickly. “This is about you making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe never.”

“Like?”

“Wild and free. Like I can be anyone. Do anything. So yes, I still want to leave with you.”

His eyes simmered so hotly that she instinctively looked away, afraid she’d explode into a ball of fire otherwise, and her eyes caught on a shiny black and red Harley sitting behind them like a sulking bull. It seemed to whisper of danger and wild times, much like Cole. “Yours?” she asked.

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she noticed his hand wasn’t quite steady. The idea that she was affecting this big, sexy man as much as he was affecting her increased her already potent desire for him. “Good guess. I’m obviously not a sports sedan kind of guy.”

“Well, I know you like riding bikes and rescuing girls from obnoxious drunks. What else should I know about you?”

He rested his big hands lightly on her waist. She liked the weight of them, the way they seemed to fit there perfectly. Dear Lord, she needed more of that.

“I’m the kind of guy who likes to show rather than tell.”

“What are you going to show me?” she asked coyly, blushing at her own bravado.

“All kinds of things. You’ll just have to wait and see.” He lowered his head and lightly kissed her neck. She grew dizzy from the sensation. “Once I have you naked.”

Closing her eyes, tilting her head back, she said, “I’m definitely all for naked time.”

“And you’re okay with just one night?” he asked. He leaned back to await her answer.

His words surprised her—she hadn’t thought that far. But, of course, she didn’t want anything else from him. Couldn’t expect anything more. This was a dream. A fantasy. And the great thing about a fantasy man was that he gave you all the pleasure you could stand and then conveniently disappeared, so you didn’t have to deal with any icky consequences afterward.

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