Page 19 of Riding Free

But not yet.

Breaking the kiss, I take a step backward. I don’t release my arms from around her waist, my gaze searching hers. I want to keep her close to me. Her tits are pressing against my chest, and I can’t stop my cock from pressing against my zipper with need.

I want her—all of her.

And I’ll have her, too.

Again.

Soon.

Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I clear my throat, then release my lip. I inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly. I can’t let her go, not yet. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers again. I can’t get enough of her. I don’t think I ever will.

Keely is mine.

Meant for me.

Created for me.

Mine.

“Babe,” I grind out, resting my forehead against hers, my fingers gripping her waist tightly. “Keely.”

Lifting my head from hers, I look down into her face and watch as her eyelids flutter open. Her lips are swollen and parted, her nostrils flared. Holy fuck, she’s sexier than she was just a few moments ago.

“What?” she breathes.

“We could know each other for a day or a year, and it wouldn’t change a goddamn thing,” I state.

She blinks, and I watch as she comes down from our kiss. The color returns to her cheeks, and then her cheeks actually begin to darken, turning almost a mauve color. It’s cute as fuck.

“Brock, the physical isn’t always enough.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. Shaking my head from side to side, I clear my throat before I speak.

“Babe,” I state again.

It’s a complete sentence, but she’s not there yet. She will be. Sooner rather than later, hopefully by the end of the week. Because when Saturday rolls around, her ass is in my house and my bed—permanently.

Thea begins to rustle in her little chair. “Let me take you back to the pool, get my bike, and then pick you up for a… date?”

A date.

How goddamn laughable. I can’t remember the last time I went on a date. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I never have been.

Not even in high school.

My life has been intertwined with the Iron Flame club for as long as I can remember, and not once did a date seem necessary. I took a clubwhore to senior prom. I don’t even know what people do on dates. All I can think about is eating good food and then fucking for hours.

“A date?” she asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Sure, never done it before, but you want to know me, and I want to make you happy. I figure that’s what regular couples do.”

Her eyes dance as she looks at me, searching my gaze with her own. I could fall in love with this woman. Take away the fact that I already know we’re great in bed together, that my body fucking loves her, but she’s cute as shit, too.

Her smile comes easy, and there’s light behind her eyes that shines so fucking bright, it’s almost blinding. I want her to blind me, to be near me, to be mine. I want to keep her.

She’s mesmerizing.