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at a wall of male chest. Leather creaked as Blake drew even closer, closing out what little space was left between them. Body heat licked her breasts, sending goosebumps scattering down her arms and across her chest that teased her nipples into stiff, sensitive points.
When he leaned down, placing his face so close to hers she could practically taste the beer on his breath, Gabby shivered. It became painfully clear that the time for fighting this attraction had come to an end. The sheer torture of trying to resist was something she could no longer abide, and so Gabby gave in.
“You want something, teach?”
The low rumble of his voice reached down deep, sending a flood of heat rushing between her thighs. “I—”
“Because the way you’ve been watching me all night tells me you see something you like. Or maybe it’s not so much a like as it is a need ,” he growled, one hand reaching up to curl a lock of her hair around his finger.
The way she bloomed for him told her that he was right. He was beautiful, he was edgy, and in the rare moments that he opened his mouth to speak, he was devastating.
She needed him in the worst way. To ease the growing ache inside of her. To temper the need she’d felt from the moment she laid eyes on him. But she didn’t know him. And what she knew of him, she didn’t necessarily like.
“I don’t know if I…like you,” she whispered into the narrow space dividing them.
Bending farther down, the rough hairs dusting Blake’s jaw scratched deliciously against her cheek as he placed his lips beside her ear and whispered back, “I don’t know if I like you either, teach.” She felt the heavy weight of his hand curl around her hip and give her a possessive tug, pressing them together, chest to chest. “Is that a problem for you?”
Gabby knew it was dangerous to read between the lines, but she was loath to stop herself from doing just that. Was he saying that he wanted her too? Not nearly as much as she wanted him, though, surely. She was fast becoming a slave to her hormones. From just this one interaction, her body threatened to erupt into flames. So now she knew what would happen if he touched her, but what would happen if he kissed her?
She desperately wanted to find out.
His earlier words returned to her as if stepping out from behind a thick fog: Seize the day.
Her heart thundering behind her ribs, her breaths shallow and chest tight, Gabby forced herself not to overthink, but to act.
With a slight turn of her head, she lifted her gaze. In the darkness of the hallway, she could only see the faint movement of his eyes as his gaze met hers. In it, she imagined the same profound effect he had on her reflecting back, and with it she gathered her strength.
Bringing both hands up to curl around his strong biceps, Gabby lifted to her toes and, holding her breath, did the most daring thing she’d done in ages: she captured the lips of the most dangerous man in town.
***
Blake didn’t think she’d do it. Didn’t realize she had it in her. When he’d turned to catch her staring at him with a barely banked fire glowing like burning embers in her eyes, he wasn’t sure what she was seeing, but he knew what she wanted.
The question was why.
Why did she want him? Was it the danger he represented? The thrill of the chase, perhaps. Women flocked to their club because they were looking to walk on the wild side. They wanted fun. They wanted excitement. Sometimes, though rarely, they wanted a commitment too. But what they were always— always —searching for, was a touch of grit.
The type of women men like him attracted were the kind that wanted it dirty. They didn’t care if he bought them roses or took them to candlelight dinners. They only wanted one thing, and after Jodi, that’s all he was willing to give.
But kissing Gabby Morgan was different. Her mouth was exquisite. Soft as a whisper. Gentle. Delicious. A promise of more. She tasted of beer and smelled of
When he leaned down, placing his face so close to hers she could practically taste the beer on his breath, Gabby shivered. It became painfully clear that the time for fighting this attraction had come to an end. The sheer torture of trying to resist was something she could no longer abide, and so Gabby gave in.
“You want something, teach?”
The low rumble of his voice reached down deep, sending a flood of heat rushing between her thighs. “I—”
“Because the way you’ve been watching me all night tells me you see something you like. Or maybe it’s not so much a like as it is a need ,” he growled, one hand reaching up to curl a lock of her hair around his finger.
The way she bloomed for him told her that he was right. He was beautiful, he was edgy, and in the rare moments that he opened his mouth to speak, he was devastating.
She needed him in the worst way. To ease the growing ache inside of her. To temper the need she’d felt from the moment she laid eyes on him. But she didn’t know him. And what she knew of him, she didn’t necessarily like.
“I don’t know if I…like you,” she whispered into the narrow space dividing them.
Bending farther down, the rough hairs dusting Blake’s jaw scratched deliciously against her cheek as he placed his lips beside her ear and whispered back, “I don’t know if I like you either, teach.” She felt the heavy weight of his hand curl around her hip and give her a possessive tug, pressing them together, chest to chest. “Is that a problem for you?”
Gabby knew it was dangerous to read between the lines, but she was loath to stop herself from doing just that. Was he saying that he wanted her too? Not nearly as much as she wanted him, though, surely. She was fast becoming a slave to her hormones. From just this one interaction, her body threatened to erupt into flames. So now she knew what would happen if he touched her, but what would happen if he kissed her?
She desperately wanted to find out.
His earlier words returned to her as if stepping out from behind a thick fog: Seize the day.
Her heart thundering behind her ribs, her breaths shallow and chest tight, Gabby forced herself not to overthink, but to act.
With a slight turn of her head, she lifted her gaze. In the darkness of the hallway, she could only see the faint movement of his eyes as his gaze met hers. In it, she imagined the same profound effect he had on her reflecting back, and with it she gathered her strength.
Bringing both hands up to curl around his strong biceps, Gabby lifted to her toes and, holding her breath, did the most daring thing she’d done in ages: she captured the lips of the most dangerous man in town.
***
Blake didn’t think she’d do it. Didn’t realize she had it in her. When he’d turned to catch her staring at him with a barely banked fire glowing like burning embers in her eyes, he wasn’t sure what she was seeing, but he knew what she wanted.
The question was why.
Why did she want him? Was it the danger he represented? The thrill of the chase, perhaps. Women flocked to their club because they were looking to walk on the wild side. They wanted fun. They wanted excitement. Sometimes, though rarely, they wanted a commitment too. But what they were always— always —searching for, was a touch of grit.
The type of women men like him attracted were the kind that wanted it dirty. They didn’t care if he bought them roses or took them to candlelight dinners. They only wanted one thing, and after Jodi, that’s all he was willing to give.
But kissing Gabby Morgan was different. Her mouth was exquisite. Soft as a whisper. Gentle. Delicious. A promise of more. She tasted of beer and smelled of
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