Page 14 of Biker's Temptation
“WNBA, huh?”I asked when I joined her on the other side of my truck.“She played professional?”
“For four years,” she said, gesturing to the food trucks.“Which one?”
“Pham’s.”I pointed it out.“Why did she stop?Injury?”
“Yeah.She injured her knee in college playing for the Huskies and then she aggravated it during the Olympics.She managed to keep it together for most of her pro career, but one wrong move and bam!She was out.”
“That’s rough.”
“She was smart about her money.”Melissa studied the menu board outside the food truck.“Her mom was a banker for years and started her own boutique investment firm about ten years ago.Tia Suzanna has taught all of us how to invest and be careful with our money.Nataly always had a plan for after her pro career ended.”
“That’s real nice.”I couldn’t imagine having that kind of family support.It was another reminder that Melissa had no business with someone like me.My dad had worked and kept a roof over our heads, but he had been a raging alcoholic.My mom hadn’t been much better.She didn’t drink, but she was angry all the damn time and quick to hit.No one had ever taken me aside and talked to me about saving money, about going to college or making plans for my future.
“What do you like the best?”she asked, completely oblivious to the painful memories I was reliving.Which was exactly how I wanted her.
“That one.”I pointed to the combo I always ordered.“But this one’s also pretty good.”
We settled on our order, and she sneakily slapped her card on the reader before I could even get my wallet out of my back pocket.She playfully stuck her tongue out at me before snatching the receipt and her can of Dr.Pepper from the kid manning the window.
Heat rolled through my gut as I grabbed my bottle of water and followed her to one of the shaded benches.All morning, we had been exchanging lingering glances, little touches and smiles.Tension mounted between us, and I realized I was hungry for something other than this plate of seafood.
I pretended not to notice the way she stole fries from my plate or the way she replaced those stolen fries with the blackened shrimp from her meal.I figured it was a fair trade considering that was my favorite item on the menu, and I’d made sure to order the double portion.I did give her a warning look when she tried to pilfer one of the boudin balls.She pouted, and I huffed and pushed it toward her.“Go ahead.”
“Half?”she asked, holding it between her elegant fingers.
“Yeah.That’s fair.”I wasn’t expecting her to bring it to my mouth first, holding it for me to take a bite.I did, trying not to be greedy, and she popped the rest into her mouth.She licked her fingers, her gaze flitting around the parking lot, and the carelessly sexy act left me practically panting for her.
Somehow, I managed to keep it together as we finished lunch and shopped for sod and flowers.Our shopping styles couldn’t have been more different.I was a get-in-get-out and stick-to-the-list type.She liked to wander up and down the aisles, to pick through the shelves and displays for the perfect marigold instead of simply taking the first flat available.
And, fuck me, but I liked it.
I enjoyed it.
I had a good time following her through the nursery and the attached hardware store.Everything about her was so easy and relaxed.As crazy as it sounded, I felt like we had been together for months.
By the time we made it back to her place and got started on the lawn repairs, I had some seriously dangerous thoughts running through my mind.She was temptation on two shapely legs.She made me want things I had no business wanting, things I didn’t deserve.
But when she smiled at me a few hours later, her face smudged with dirt and sweat, I felt myself falling hard.
“You want to stay for dinner?”
Powerless to refuse her, I nodded.Then, thinking better of my disgusting jeans and shirt and dirty skin, I said, “But I need to head home and shower first.”
She glanced down at her messy shirt and bare legs covered in mud and bits of grass.“Same.”
I checked my watch.“Meet back here at 7?”
“I’ve got a Blackstone grill.We could do steaks?”She scrunched up her nose as if thinking.“I’m out of beer, but I’ve got a really good Malbec I’ve been waiting to open or this nice, smooth bourbon with a little bit of vanilla and smoke on the backend.”
“Jesus, sweetheart.”I huffed out an amused and very aroused laugh.“You trying to get me to drop to one knee and propose already?”
“No.”She leaned forward and playfully kissed me.“But I’m hoping you’ll get the hint and stop by CVS to pick up a box of condoms before you come back.”
I bit back a groan as she walked away, leaving me there practically panting after her.The hypnotizing swing of her hips and those glossy brown legs had me aching in my jeans.I fought the urge to chase after her, scoop her up and carry her inside to fuck her like a wild man.
I might not be able to give her the life a hotshot surgeon could provide, but I could give her what she wanted.I could make her feel good,realgood.I could have her screaming and soaking my dick, riding out her pleasure on top of me until she could barely see straight.
I gathered up my tools and headed back to my truck.I went over my to-do list as I drove away from Melissa’s house.Shower.CVS.Condoms.
