He wanted to protect her from herself, maybe because he couldn’t do the same for himself. What the hell is it about this woman that makes me act so out of character? Maybe it’s just easier to dea
l with her problem s. Then I don’t have to look at my own. “What do you think about that, Lark?” His voice echoed deep and husky. His dick strained against his fly.
“I think you’re making a lot of assumptions.”
He smirked and ran his thumb across her lips. “We both know it’s not if, but when.”
Her lids lowered to half-mast. Her nipples stood out against the thin material of the dress.
“Your body knows the truth.”
“That’s a biological response.”
“Bullshit, babe. You don’t believe that anymore than I do. Enough.” He lowered his hands down to his sides. “We’ve got somewhere to be.” He placed a hand on the small of her back and steered her to the door. She didn’t protest and a comfortable silence fell between them. As they traveled to his bike, he imagined they looked like a couple down for a vacation. The thought pleased him more than it should. It would be nice not to feel like his brother had everything. Like their lives had inverted and now, he was the sad pathetic twin, with a drinking problem to boot.
They climbed onto his bike and he ran his palms over the flesh her lifted dress revealed. She shuddered. They played a dangerous game. Eventually, he was going to cut the bullshit and take her the way he’d been dying to. He started the bike.
Lark wrapped her long legs around his hips and molded her body to his back.
Pan pulled off, counting on the wind to cool the heat coursing through his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d given a shit about a woman. It wasn’t his style and most of the girls who frequented the clubhouse weren’t old lady material. He rode into town and stopped at a lively Cantina. Top-twenty pop spilled out of the front door. Lamps lit up the front patio area.
Couples crowded in the square tables.
He parked his bike and held out his hand to help her off her bike, so she wouldn’t flash anyone. The only person looking up her dress would be him.
“What are we doing here?”
“Having a few drinks and taking our mind off tomorrow.”
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“Like this.” He cupped the back of her neck, pulled her to him and connected their lips. Jolts of current dam near electrified him. It was the closest he’d ever come to experiencing the fireworks phenomenon. They tilted their heads, deepening the kiss as they explored each other’s mouths. Sweet and refreshing, she was his new favorite dessert. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her firm ass. His cock did its best to salute.
She moaned and rocked her hips against him.
Pan grinned against her lips and pulled back. It’s mutual. “Come on, let’s go have that drink.”
Pressed against his side, she walked beside him with no protest. The kiss changed
everything. Kisses weren’t about pleasure as much as they were about the expression of
emotions. Along the way, they’d connected and formed a relationship.
Common sense said he should be scared shitless. Only, this felt natural, like slipping into a worn pair of blue jeans. They wove their way through the crowd to the bar. He pulled out a high back stool and she climbed up. He nodded to the petite bartender with coal black hair, brown eyes and an easy smile.
“Hola Senor. How can I help you?”
“Dos cervesas, in a bottle, por favor.”
“Si.” She smiled.
Lark turned to him. “Now what?”
The waitress returned and set down two frosty green bottles.
“Now, we drink.” He offered her a salute and tipped back the bottle.
She watched him through narrowed eyes.