Tammy
I’m on the run.
With nothing more than the clothes on my back and my child.
If my husband finds me God only knows what he’ll do.
So it’s just as well my uncle has sent a Devil’s Barbarian biker to watch over me.
Rough—check.
Tough—check.
Lawless—check.
Hot—check.
Damn shame I’m in no mood for a man … or am I?
Jayden
Hudson wants me to play goddamn babysitter.
There’s gear to shift, deals to make, I ain’t got time for this.
So how come Tammy keeps drawing me in?
Fragile yet strong.
Scared yet brave.
And so damn sexy she’s screwing with my head.
It’s time she found out about real men.
Men with heart.
And that’s gonna be my job if it’s the last thing I do.
She turned to him. Emotions suddenly warred inside of her. Perhaps it was the sugar. His big hand was gentle on her shoulder, the warmth of it going through her t-shirt. “Why are you here, Jayden?”
“What?” He frowned.
“What are you still doing here?” She paused. “You must have a woman waiting for you at the compound.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. Bikers have biker chicks, don’t they? Who look like Brooklyn.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Brooklyn’s not my chick, I promise you that.”
“I know. I know, but … but you’re you. You must have a girlfriend.”
“Why must I?”
“You’re a nice guy. It’s hard to believe you don’t have one.”
“I like that you think I’m a nice guy.”
The wind caught a strand of her hair, tickling it over her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear. The gesture was intimate, and the brush of his fingertip sent a shiver of sensation over her flesh.
“You really want to know?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“There was one, recently. But she’s not on the scene anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Just ain’t.” He sighed and bit on his bottom lip.
“What was she like?” Curiosity gnawed at Tammy.
“The opposite to you.”
She waited for him to go on. It was the first time he’d spoken of anyone other than Hudson and his buddies.
“Exact opposite,” he said, lifting his shades to the top of his head to scrape his hair back from his brow. “Loud, demanding, always wanting more. Big tits on show for everyone to see.”
A wild image blew up in Tammy’s mind. “And you didn’t like that?”
“Nah, turned out I didn’t, not at all.” He leaned a little closer.
She could smell his cologne, spiced and dark, and the sweetness of apple on his breath. He was looking at her again, in that way of his, seeing into her soul.
Her attention dipped to his lips. They were so damn kissable. She swallowed, her throat tight, her heart rate picking up. At that moment, only Jayden existed. Everything else, all her troubles, they faded away. And she adored him for that. That he could do that for her.
He cupped her cheek and drew their faces closer still.
Is he going to kiss me?
Do I want him to?
Hell yes.
“I won’t kiss you,” he said, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip.
“Why? Why not?” Her voice was a breathy whisper. Had she misread all the signs? The way he looked at her, touched her, spoke to her.
“Because I need to know you’re ready for a man again.” He paused and traced her upper lip. “A man like me.”
A tremble went down her spine. She knew exactly what he meant. Jayden wasn’t like other men. He was unique and dark and intense. So damn intense.
“You have to kiss me,” he said quietly. “When … if … you’re ready for me.”
“Jayden.” She gulped as a warmth filled her. “I don’t know how much I’m ready for.”
He slid his fingers to the nape of her neck, holding her steady, so her face was still close to his. “You need to know. ’Cause I don’t wanna be another son of a bitch who gives you something you don’t want.” A muscle flexed in his jaw.
“I know you don’t … won’t be—” She paused. “But I do know,” she said, anticipation along with want suddenly gripping her, “I do know I want to kiss you. Right now.”
The right side of his mouth twitched into a half smile. “You sure? Right now?”
“Yes.” She closed the gap between them, fluttered her eyes closed, and tentatively pressed her lips to his.
Despite what he’d said, he instantly took control of the kiss, opening up and gently pressing his tongue into her mouth to find hers.
Excitement winged through her. Jayden tasted of spice and strength, and she touched his cheek, the bristles a little sharp on her fingertips as their tongues danced.
What was this crazy new life of hers? She was floating, her body alive with delicious, unfamiliar sensations.
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