Page 7 of The Biker's Second Chance
“I was washing my hair,” I say quickly, but I can’t meet his eye and my cheeks flush.
Sean gives a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling.
“Was it me you were thinking of Gina?”
He’s as arrogant as I remember, and I’d love to wipe that cocky grin right off his face. But I'd also like to grab that face and bury it between my legs.
Only a few inches separate us, and the heat between us is intense. It feels like my pussy is on fire.
If I hadn't been interrupted taking care of business, I'm sure I wouldn't feel this way. But I’m already horny and the way he’s talking to me isn’t helping, saying my name at every opportunity as if he knows what that does to me.
He takes a strand of wet hair between his fingers.
“I’ve never met anyone with this exact shade of hair, Gina. Gold, flecked with auburn.”
He tucks the hair behind my ear, and God help me, my pussy gives an involuntary jerk at his touch.
I feel powerless to resist him. I feel like I'm twenty-four again and letting myself be seduced with sweet words and an Irish lilt.
I shouldn’t do this, I really shouldn’t. But as his mouth moves toward mine, I part my lips in anticipation.
Maybe it’s because it's been seven years since a man touched me. Maybe it’s because Sean’s the only man that ever touched me. Or maybe it’s because I've thought about Sean every day for the last seven years too. Whatever my reasons, when his lips press against mine, it’s like fireworks going off over my whole body.
His mouth is soft and achingly familiar. An involuntary sigh escapes my lips. It feels so right, even though my head is telling me it’s all wrong.
His kiss wakes up parts of me that have been sleeping for seven years. With one kiss my body feels alive, every nerve ending on fire.
My nipples tingle, my toes curl, and my pussy practically purrs.
Sean cups my cheeks in his hands as he kisses me. His touch is gentle, so tender. It's everything I didn’t know I was missing, and everything I can't let in.
I wrench myself from the kiss, pulling myself out of the sweetness of the moment, and I push him away.
I'm not that twenty-four-year-old girl anymore. I'm a woman who knows her mind. And I won't give into this base desire. Because that's all it is. A desire for something familiar, something nostalgic.
But I know how that ends, with Sean leaving and me left alone. Entirely alone.
“No, Sean, I’m not doing this.”
“Gina, I've missed you so much. I never stopped loving you.”
I hold up my hand, cutting him off. I don't want to hear his sweet talk; I don’t want his Irish charm.
I spent too long building up my defenses. I'm annoyed that I let them down so easily, but it won't happen again.
“It was nice to kiss you, Sean. But it was a mistake.”
“Not if it's what we both want.”
“It’s not what I want.”
The disappointment on his face almost makes me waver, but he’s probably just upset that he's not getting laid. I have to protect my own heart.
“Let me make myself clear, Sean. You broke my heart once. I won’t let it happen again. There is no chance of anything happening between us. Ever again.”
Before he can say anything to change my mind, I exit the bathroom through the door that leads to my room and lock it firmly behind me.
I will not give myself to Sean O’Leary. Not my body and certainly not my heart.
