Page 53 of Prince Charming

He dropped his head. Marianna held her breath.

Their eyes locked.

And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t manic furious like the first one, but it still tied her nerve endings into springboards of excitement.

She kissed him back with everything she had.

“So you’re fully aware, darlin’, I’d do nothing with you where someone else would see. ‘Cause this dreamy reaction you’re giving off is only for me.”

A little nose nuzzle melted her tougher outer exterior. Marianna shivered when his forearm brushed her cheek. “You doing good, Marianna?”

Right now she couldn’t feel her toes, so yes, she was good.

“Fucking hell. I wanna put that look in your eyes all the time.” He groaned, going in for a second kiss. Marianna met him halfway this time, grasping his face. They kissed until she pulled back to grab some air.

His hardness against her thigh was unmistakable, and it poured a little ice in her veins. As much of a complication as it would put between them, she wasn’t scared to have sex with him. Her worry was about disappointing him.

Of not being the woman heneeded.

Maybe she let him fuck her to get it out of his system. She’d cope with losing him.

Tag was a good man. He deserved the best, and that wasn’t Marianna.

Baggage like hers came with its own luggage and a headful of neurosis.

“Friends don’t kiss, Luke.” A reminder to them both. Especially since his taste permeated every crevice of her mouth and made her hungry for more. “In fact, they don’t do half the things you have been doing.”

It was clear he was in cahoots with the devil when he dropped his chin, cut his gaze up at her and smirked. The snatch of heat was felt in her womb.

Good gracious, how powerful was that one smile?

“We make our own rules. At least, bikers do, and I’m all for screwing with the rules if it suits us.” He fielded, dropping a kiss to her nose, he picked up the towel he’d dropped, slung it around his neck. “I need to get a fast shower, then I want you to come somewhere with me.”

“Again?Where? I’m supposed to be working. I will get fired if I keep leaving. You don’t know my boss, he’s, how do you say, head like a mule!”

Tag barked a laugh. “I think he’ll go easy on you.”

Exasperated, he was being bossy. She sighed, it was futile arguing. “Fine. I shall work until you shower, because you smell.”

“Wasn’t saying that a minute ago.”

“I was holding my breath.”

“’Cause you had your tongue down my throat.” He gloated, licking the corner of his lip. Marianna escaped before she flung herself at him.

Over her shoulder she repeated, “I’m not having sex with you.”

He was not fazed. “No problem, darlin’, got other stuff we can do.”

What?

What did he mean?

Oh, she knew what he meant. Her damp sex understood his meaning perfectly.

She was chewing on her bottom lip when he met her outside. He strode like a warrior, his hips aligned with that of a fighter and a man who knew he was gorgeous. With watchful eyes, he checked both sides of the street. She understood his caution for trouble.

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