Page 16 of Primal Hunger

I couldn’t get the rest out because his mouth was suddenly on mine and I was gripping his cut to stay upright.

“Fuck,” he hissed, breaking the kiss. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said.

“Wanted to do that since you called me out.”

I frowned. “When did I call you out?”

“At the club. When I laid on you the worst pick up line ever.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” I chuckled. “That did it for you, huh?”

“Everything about you does it for me, Letti. That’s the problem.”

I sighed. “I know.”

“You wanna do this, we need to be careful. If you don’t, cut it off now.”

“What do you mean by ‘do this’?”

“Make a go of something real. Not really interested in bein’ your fuck buddy, Letti. I want more.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“I honestly don’t know,” I admitted. “I vowed never to be with a biker.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not interested in being with someone like my dad. I want a man who listens to me. Who doesn’t growl or argue or boss me around. A partner. Someone my dad won’t try to murder because he’s fucking his little girl.”

“You want a yes man.”

I shrugged. “Yes. I think I do.”

“We got a problem, then.”

I nodded. “Because you’re not one.”

“Exactly.”

I bit my lip and studied him. “I think I need to call it.”

I could see the disappointment in his face, but he nodded and stepped away. “Okay.”

“That easily?” I snapped.

“Baby, you want me, I’m right here, but you gotta make the call. I’m not gonna go head-to-head with your dad if you’re not in it one-hundred percent.”

“You’re so frustrating.”

He laughed. “Letti, you’re not gonna like me pointing this out, but you don’t want a yes man. A yes man’ll make you want to choke something. But you gotta figure that out yourself.”

“Can we still be secret best friends?”

He grinned. “Yeah. ’Course.”