“Call me, Storm.”
“What kind of name is Storm?”
“Road name.” He took my hand, squirted lotion in my palm and put it flat on his chest. “Don’t miss any spots. I want an even tan.”
“You arrogant jerk.” I tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldn’t release it. “Let go of me!”
“Chill, baby. Let’s enjoy our second chance.” He moved my hand over his pecs. Jesus, they were firm. “See, ain’t that nice?”
I gulped. Itwasnice.
The feel of his hot skin against my hand and his warm scent tickling my nose were doing strange things to me. My core fluttered and twisted. Dammit, if I wasn’t getting wet for him.
I didn’t want to feel this way about Mr. Biker Prez. People like him broke the law. Hell, he’d probably even killed someone or… a lot of someones. And could kill me.
No, he wasn’t my type. The furthest thing from it. He needed to leave.
“Storm, I’m not playing hard to get or trying to be difficult. I meant what I said at The Bullet. I’m not interested.”Be firm, resolute. Don’t waver, and he’ll go away and never look back.
“Didn’t ask if you were interested, Angel. I’m interested.”
What. A. Jerk!
The gall of this man. He was just like Dane. I sure as hell didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t respect me. Or tried to control me.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I matter,” I yelled right in his face, my heartbeat roaring in my ears. Every muscle in my body coiled. No man would tell me I didn’t have a say. No man would ever control me again. “What I want is just as important as—”
Storm grabbed the back of my neck and crushed his mouth to mine. I struggled against him, fighting to keep my lips sealed shut. The persistent bastard worked his robust and skilled tongue, breaking through.
I inadvertently moaned as a bolt of lightning shot into my pussy.
How could I moan? Moan!
Storm chuckled. “I always win, Angel.” His hand cupped my ass cheek, yanking me astride him. He deftly flipped me onto my back, trapping me beneath his substantial, concrete body. Then, well then, he kissed the hell out of me.
Every taut muscle in my body relaxed, turning to liquid. I stopped fighting when I tasted spicy cinnamon on Storm’s tongue, burning the taste buds right off mine.
“Fuck, your mouth is heavenly.” The thin fabric of his trunks did nothing to hide the hard ridge of his cock digging into my pelvis. His long, thick cock.
My mind whirled. I was on a public beach frantically making out with a biker… a stranger. And I couldn’t stop. Hell, I didn’t want to stop. Admitting the truth to myself scared the crap out of me.
What was I thinking? I couldn’t get involved with this man. I wasn’t stupid. Nothing would ever happen between us, other than passionate sex. I would only be another notch on his belt.
The longer he kissed me, the less I could think straight. Maybe for once in my life, I could be a little reckless and take from him like he so obviously wanted to take from me.One and done, wasn’t that what cocky douchebags called it?
He was rubbing hard between my legs. I enjoyed the friction a little more than I should.
“Storm, there are families around here. Children. They shouldn’t see you dry humping me.”
He froze, mouth on my neck, dick pressed against my mound. There was nothing left to the imagination regarding its size; I felt it all. No question, I wanted to experience it in its entirety. Lord, help me. My brain had to be short-circuiting.
Storm pulled back, staring into my eyes. “Your hips are moving too.Weare dry humping each other.”
Shit, he wasn’t wrong. I was an active participant and hadn’t even realized it.Shit, shit, shit!
For as hot as my face felt, it had to be fire engine red. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“The fuck we shouldn’t.” His lips were on mine again, and I whimpered with need. Whimpered!