her ripping that uniform off him. His handcuffs around her wrists and hooked to the bed as his lips explored her body.
“I’ll think about it,” she said, shifting in her seat in an effort to ease the sensation between her thighs. Baseball, ham sandwiches, grass growing. How the hell do guys do this so easily? She tried to focus on something other than the need growing inside of her.
“How about you answer your phone this time,” he smiled as he strolled back toward his Bronco.
She didn’t look back as she sped off toward downtown. What a dick. I bet I could call his boss and get him in trouble for pulling me over just to ask me on a date. She let out a deep growl as she gripped the steering wheel harder. Never before had she been so mixed up. When she was in New York men didn’t even cross her mind; she had been so busy with school and work that the few dates she’d actually gone on had ended after dinner without so much as a kiss. Now she found herself hating Cash in one breath and then wanting to eat him alive in the next.
It was slim pickings for men in this town, and who knows, maybe one day she would give Cash an honest chance. However for now, she had to get the frustration toward him completely out of her system and something was keeping her from doing that. As much as she knew she needed to, she couldn’t just give in and let her wall down.
She pulled up in front of the hardware store with her mind anywhere but on where she was at or what she was doing, unaware of the deep vibrations passing behind her truck. As she hopped down and straightened her skirt once more, she heard a low whistle come from a few spots down. She cut her eyes angrily in the direction it had come from. Her heart stopped as she took in the familiar dark eyes of the man leaning against his motorcycle.
Knox.
She giggled in embarrassment, sending an apologetic smile over toward him. She felt nervous and giddy as she took a few steps toward him before his deep Irish accent stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Damn, woman, you sure do clean up nice.” He smiled over at her, exposing the gleam of his gold tooth as he tucked his long hair behind his ear.
“Job interview,” she explained, closing in the remaining distance between them.
“Aye. Even sexier, a woman who works. So where am I gonna to have to start going to see you now?”
“What, you don’t want to keep meeting in the parking lots across town?” she said sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t care if it was a parking lot or a burger joint.” His eyes traveled down to her hips and back up to her eyes, “Especially if you’re gonna wear that.”
She felt the blush spreading across her body as the same hunger she’d had in her own eyes flashed in his eyes. There was something about this man that lured her in. He was different and new and she wanted that; it was something she couldn’t resist.
“So what brings you out and about today, Knox?”
“Just picking up a few things for the clubhouse. The boys have been doing a number on it with all of the parties. Stupid bastards can’t shut a damn door without pulling the hinges off.” He stood from his motorcycle and opened the shop door for her.
He was much taller than Ani. Even with her heels on, he was a good foot taller than she was. And through his loose fitting clothing, she could tell that he was solid. The sleeves of his shirt were pushed up showing the chiseled muscle of his arms. She wasn’t sure if she was in this same league as he was, but she’d do whatever she could to make an impression.
“Sounds like a lot of fun,” she smiled up at him as she swayed into the store, strutting in front of him hard enough to break a hip.
She glanced back at his sudden silence to find his eyes devouring her backside. Mission accomplished.
“Yeah, if there’s one thing we know how to do well, it’s get piss drunk,” he followed her up to the counter.
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