Page 49 of Waging War
She’s lucky I don’t throw her over my shoulder and spank her for teasing me.
“Oddly,” I say, pausing to run my fingers through my hair, “unexpected.”
Hazel’s wolfen eyes glide along my body, and every square inch of muscle and skin flares to life for her.
She shoulders past me, swaying her tempting hips. “Haven’t I made it clear that I don’t need your help?”
Where her jabs usually pack a painful punch, this time the quip is playful, and I find myself eagerly following behind her.
“Alright then, badass. You’ve got your bike, now what? Where exactly do you think you’re going to go?”
Being purposefully smug to get a rise out of her is having the opposite effect. She smiles big and broad, nearly knocking the wind out of my lungs.
“That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out,” she lilts.
The breeze teases her hair lightly as we move, giving the moon a chance to kiss her skin.
Hazel side-eyes me. “What?”
I smile despite myself. “Freedom looks good on you, that’s all.”
She ducks her face from me, but I nudge her elbow with mine. “Where will you go, Hazel?”
“If I don’t tell you, you’re just going to follow me, aren’t you?”
Her eyes roll when I wink. “Probably.”
No sense in trying to deny it. I can’t have her—Ishouldn’thave her—but it only makes me want her that much more.
This hellion can blister, enrage, and seduce me all with a single look. Hazel and I are nothing short of combustible, but what would we find if we were to peel those superficial layers away, one by one?
Stopping at the edge of the main road, she positions her Harley so she can straddle it. When her ass spreads across the leather, my cock jolts. That’s surprisingly sexier than I thought it would be.
A matching black helmet hanging from her T-shaped handlebars slides easily over her head.
“The Christy House,” she says to my earlier question. “It’s a safe house we’ve kept for battered women and their children over the years. It’s the only place I think they’ll accept as an alternative to me moving in with Cooper.”
Clenching the handlebars, she murmurs a curse.
I narrow my gaze. We’ll be revisiting that slipup later.
The wind steals a laugh from her. “Don’t worry,” she says, nodding toward my truck, “I’ll wait for you to follow me.”
“How do I know you won’t take off without me?”
A shrug. “You don’t, but I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”
Trust? That’s a tall order for two people who’ve been pinned against each other for as long as we have.
She starts her motorcycle, and the rumble of the engine has her face lifting toward the sky. I watch her chest expand with what I suspect is the first real breath she’s taken in a very long time—and I’m struck with sudden clarity just how much I’m willing to try.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Hazel
“Yes!” A gleeful shout forces its way from my throat as I gun my Harley down the highway.
Laughter builds beneath my ribs, and tears begin pricking the corners of my eyes. There’s no greater joy than this beautiful beast between my thighs with my palms wrapped around rubber. Her tires beat the pavement as I savor every soul-rocking vibration.
