Jeanette wiggled around, inadvertently driving him crazy with the feel of her crotch pressed against his ass. She pulled the black remote out and asked, “Is this it?”
“Yeah, thanks,” he said, his voice rough. If he didn’t get his dick inside her soon, his balls were going to explode. Not a happy thought.
Hunter pushed the button and the garage door slid upward. He drove slowly forward before shutting off the engine. After he pushed the remote again, closing them in, he turned and whispered, “We’re here.”
Jeanette nodded, then used his shoulders for leverage, hoisting herself off the seat and onto the cement floor. Hunter flipped the kickstand out and stepped off the bike.
Jeanette’s eyes darted around, looking everywhere but at him. He took her chin and coaxed her to face him. “Second thoughts?” Christ, he sure as hell hoped not. His hand would be a poor substitute tonight. His dick was way past ready to feel the tight fist of her pussy.
“No, just nervous.”
He let himself breathe. Leaning down, Hunter kissed her, then whispered against her lips, “I’m going to make you forget all about your worries. Only sweet pleasure tonight, baby.”
Jeanette’s eyes turned drowsy and her lips tipped up at one corner. “I probably shouldn’t even be here, but I’m glad I am.”
“I’m glad too.” Hunter took off her helmet and placed it on the seat, then led her by the hand and escorted her to the door leading into the kitchen. He flipped the light on and looked over at her. “Home sweet home.”
“Wow, your kitchen is huge!” she said as she unzipped his leather jacket and placed it on the coat tree next to the door. “I could really have a lot of fun in here.”
Hunter looked around the room with pride. Green granite counter tops, cherrywood cabinets and a refrigerator big enough to hold several Thanksgiving dinners. No doubt about it, his kitchen was a thing of joy. “I’m not big on cooking, but on the rare occasions I like to do it up right.”
“You can definitely do it right with a kitchen like this,” she said, as she walked around, touching surfaces and humming her approval. She popped open the door on the wine cooler and pulled out a drawer. “You like wine, don’t you?”
“I like a lot of things.” He moved toward her. “For instance, there’s this sexy coffee shop owner I’ve had my eye on.”
Jeanette pushed the drawer back in and closed the glass door before backing up a step. Her pretty grin lit up the room. “What if she’s not into you?”
Hunter let his gaze travel over her upper body, noting the way her nipples hardened for him. Slowly, as if stalking prey, he cornered her between the stove and the dishwasher. “I have proof she’s very into me,” he growled.
“Oh, really?”
“Mmm,” he murmured as he planted one hand on the counter beside her and let the other slide over the top swell of one breast, then down over the hard bud tempting him beyond reason. “For instance, if she wasn’t ready to be fucked, then I doubt her nipples would be so hard.”
“M-maybe she’s cold.”
Her unsteady voice was a testament to how excited their little game made her. “I don’t know, she feels pretty warm to me. In fact, I’d say she’s downright hot.”
“You would?”
He nodded. “The hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
She placed her palm against his chest. “Before we go any further I have a confession to make.”
Hunter froze. “A confession?” Fuck, that didn’t sound good.
“Remember those two friends I mentioned earlier?”
“Roni and Lydia.”
“You remember their names?”
He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I never forget names.”
“I see. Anyway, I sort of…made a bet with them. And it has to do with you.”
He’d expected her to tell him she was secretly engaged or something equally as horrifying, but a bet? “I don’t think I’m following you here, Jeanette. We just met today.”
She played with the hem of her blouse, something he noticed she did whenever she was nervous. “But I’ve been attracted to you for a long time. I’ve just been too afraid to approach you.”