Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“You know, the way you look at me…” he muses, eyes unwavering. “It’s like I’m a puzzle you’re just trying to figure out.”
“Accurate,” I reply. “You’re like this big, bad, brooding biker guy, but then you’re also this charming gentleman. What exactly is your job with the Bastards?”
“I tend bar. Do security.” Slate smiles. “Not as glamorous as you may think.”
“And read minds?” I suggest. He shrugs and chuckles.
“That too.” He winks.
I swear the room temperature has risen ten degrees since we sat down and is still climbing. I don’t know what I was thinking last night when I pulled him in to give me my first kiss–or how I even had the balls to do it–but I want to do it again now.
Only I don’t get the chance.
Slate slides out of his seat and scoots in beside me, wrapping me up with a strong arm over my shoulders. It’s subtle, but there’s an unspoken possessiveness in his touch. Like he’s showing the world that I’m his. “I’m not that complicated, Ivy,” he replies. “I see something I want, and I don’t let anything get in the way of me having it.”
My chest tightens. My heart is quivering. I’m feeling a storm of emotions I should not be feeling. This is dangerous.
If my dad finds out that I’m seeing a Heartless Bastard…
“And what do you want, Slate?” I ask.
His grip on me tightens. I can smell his delicious scent as he looks down at me.
“You, Ivy.”
I know I should respond. Tell him that I’m falling head over heels for him.
Or maybe I’m supposed to tell him we’re moving too fast and that this is a mistake. But when I look up at him and his piercing blue eyes, those words don’t come. Because even though I know this is wrong on so many levels, I don’t want him to stop.
And just like that–in an instant—I feel the same spark I felt outside the bowling alley go off again within me.
I glance over the counter into the kitchen where the cook is working on our order. I know it won’t be long before our food is out here, but I’m like a little girl on Christmas Day with a huge present wrapped up under the tree. I just can’t control myself. Especially not with Slate’s thick arm wrapped around me.
I lean in close and whisper in his ear, “Then what are you waiting for? Take me out back now.”
Slate’s eyes blaze as he drinks me in, clearly shocked at my second bold display of what some might call aggression.
I might be innocent, big boy. But I too know what I want.
He studies me a moment, as if searching for deception in my words. But then, with a low growl, he takes my hand in his and scoots me out of the booth.
My heart is pounding, my pulse racing as he pulls me out the door and into the night. It’s chilly out, but I don’t even notice. Hell, it could be an arctic winter, and my current body heat would keep me alive for weeks.
I nearly trip over myself as he leads me around the corner of the building into the shadows of the back lot. It’s grungy and unkempt with a single light bulb illuminating the brick wall that he shoves me up against, taking my breath away.
I have no time to even process what’s happening before his lips crash into mine and his tongue darts hungrily into my mouth. My whole body tingles with eagerness and anticipation as he slips both hands up my shirt, under my bra, and cups my breasts. I gasp into his mouth as he squeezes, harder than I had anticipated.
The sharp, brief sting of pain as his fingers close around my nipples causes my body to nearly convulse. I tremble and reach out, grasping his broad shoulders for support as my thighs blaze with lustful heat. I’m losing myself in him, surrendering fully to a man I have no business being near.
He presses a hand between my legs, applying just enough pressure to cause me to whimper. “Slate…”
This is so wrong. So naughty.
I’ve never hooked up with a guy before–never had sex–and I’m out here in the dark, behind a diner, ready to let him do whatever he wants to me.
It’s been no time at all, and I’m already in deep.
Too deep.
And I’m not even trying to get out.
4
SLATE
Ivy is wild and wonderful.
Like a perfectly tuned engine that runs on high-octane fuel, pure fire and rebellion. Her body is built for speed and a man who knows how to handle her. She knows what she wants, and she’s got me riding close to the edge. And I don’t care if I end up going over.
She knows damn well that her old man would kill me if he caught us together, but that isn’t stopping her. I may have lit the spark between us, but she poured gasoline on the fire, almost challenging me when we were back there inside the diner. I was fighting to hold out until after we ate. I really wanted to show her I was interested in her by taking her on an actual date. And now here I am, out back, with my hands up her shirt, cupping the most perfect breasts in existence, while my cock swells thicker and thicker by the second.