Page 46 of Nightmare’s Playground

I was ready.

Outside, Nightmare had parked crooked in front of the door.

“You’re in a fire lane,” I informed him.

“I was in a hurry.”

“Why?”

He grunted.

I rubbed my arms and looked at the bike, then at him, then at the restaurant behind us where my date was likely getting back together with the love of his life.

“So,” I said. “Now what?”

“Now.” He threw a leg over the seat of his bike, then reached out, tagged my hand, and pulled me in until my knees bumped his thigh. “We go home and quit pretending there isn’t something between us.”

Biting my lip, I searched his face. “Okay.”

I couldn’t believe it.

After all these months, we were finally on the same page.

Chapter Ten

Nightmare

I had no clue what the hell I was doing with Denali’s sister, but feeling her body pressed against my back, I was going to figure it the fuck out and quick.

As if determined to torture me, her hands smoothed up and down my chest as I rolled to a stop at the red light.

I knew I was fucked. Totally and utterly fucked.

Did I care? Not really.

Which was why I rubbed my hand up the back of her calf as she pressed her tits flat against my back and squeezed her thighs tighter around my hips.

There was no denying it anymore. I wanted her, and she sure as fuck wanted me. It was just a matter of getting us home.

Hell, I was half tempted to pull into the next parking lot we came to, drag her off my bike, and fuck her right out in the open where anybody who drove by could see.

My control, which had been slipping for the last week and a half, was officially hanging on by a goddamn thread.

And to tempt me even further, she started to move her hands down the front of my chest, then down even lower over my stomach until she reached the hem of my shirt.

“Babe.” I caught her wrist.

“Yeah?” Her voice was dripping with sex.

I took a deep breath. “Your killin’ me.”

“Oh, yeah?” The little shit pulled her wrist free then smoothed her hands under my shirt against the skin of my abs.

“Keep doing that, baby,” I growled over the rumble of the pipes, “and we won’t make it back to the apartment.”

With her hands right above the waistband of my jeans, Joy leaned in closer and purred against my ear. “Is that a promise?”

My cock, which had been hard since I first saw the outfit she was wearing, turned to granite.