Page 29 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

God, she was killing me. Under normal circumstances, I’d fire off a glib response, then haul ass out of town, pushing the limits of my speedometer.

But I found my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, and I couldn’t say a damn thing.

Katie seemed to interpret my silence perfectly though. The hope in her eyes went dark and she lowered her gaze, releasing her grip on my arm.

“It’s getting late,” she said. “You should take me home.”

After saying our good-byes to the club, Katie and I rode back to Misty Mountain while the sun slipped below the horizon—a reminder that our time together was coming to an end. When I parked outside her apartment building, she climbed off my bike and handed my helmet to me with a small, bittersweet smile.

“I had fun today,” she said. “And I bet you’re itching to move on by now.”

Not really,I thought.

“Off the top of my head, I have at least a dozen more things I could teach you before I hit the highway.”

Katie’s smile faltered and she twisted her fingers together, glancing away. Then she shook her head.

“No, I…I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

A beat of silence settled between us. Then she gave a half-hearted wave and made her way to the entrance of her building.

It was always meant to end like this, with Katie and I going our separate ways. We both knew that from the very beginning. Gripping the handlebars of my bike, I tore my gaze away from her retreating figure and focused on the road.

Then I shut the engine off.

“Katie,” I called.

She paused at the threshold of her apartment building.

Striding up the sidewalk, I captured her soft, curvy body in my arms, and sealed my mouth to hers in a hard, hungry kiss.

Chapter nine

Katie

For a split second, I melted in Maverick’s embrace, whimpering at the slick heat of his tongue. I kissed him back, curling my fingers into his cut, even though I knew I shouldn’t. He pinned me against the door frame, the hard planes of his body hot and unyielding. My breath caught in my throat at the bulge of his cock straining against his fly already.

Then I pushed at Maverick’s chest with more resolve than I felt.

“I can’t,” I said. “You—you’re leaving.”

His dark eyes locked on me.

“Then we should make the most of the time we have, yeah?”

I scoffed.

“That’s bullshit.”

Maverick arched an eyebrow with a spark of amusement in his gaze.

“Wow, you really are getting sassy, aren’t you?”

I scowled at him.

“Don’t tease me. I’m being serious. And I don’t want to hear you spout a bunch of pretty words that you don’t mean, just to get me into bed. This—” I gestured between us. “Wasn’t even supposed to be real. You were going to teach me a few tips, and then be on your way. You did your part. It’s…over.”

My voice broke on the last word and I turned, fleeing into my apartment building. As the door closed behind me, Maverick shouldered his way inside.

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