Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Heart racing, I step back and reach for another glass to clean. My body is burning up from the simple, brief touch of his hand against my wrist. It was like an appetizer, and as I gaze back at him, I realize he’s made me hungry.
I want more.
“I’ll see you, Tammy,” he says, his voice like velvety chocolate, dark and smooth and delicious.
Without another word, he turns, and I watch as he walks across the bar to the door. I just can’t help myself. My eyes are glued to the confident way he moves, the subtle power in his physique as though the world was made to revolve around him.
It isn’t until the door swings shut behind him and slams that I’m shaken out of my stupor and realize that I’m just standing there, frozen in place, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
2
SAXON
I can still feel the warmth of her body on my fingertips. A low, steady burn that’s settling deep into my chest, and I can’t fucking stand how much it’s making me think about her.
Tammy…
What is it about her?
She’s just so different than any of the other girls I’ve known in my life. The way she carries herself–completely unaware of how gorgeous she is. She acts so innocent. Does she have any idea the kind of power she holds over men? I’ve had more than my share of women, but there’s something about her…something special.
I pull my bike up in front of my apartment and kill the engine, but I don’t get up immediately. I just sit there, my mind still wrapped up in vile and corrupted thoughts of all the things I want to do to her.
Maybe it’s the way she looked at me with those big, bright, innocent eyes that held my gaze like a challenge. Of course I’m used to women wanting to be with me, but there’s something about Tammy that’s different. It’s like she’s fighting against her own desires for some reason. And all that does is make me want her more. Make me want to make her want me.
I scoff and shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the spider’s web of twisted thoughts. I have other things to focus on right now–like the operations of my biker gang, The Heartless Bastards. But Tammy has imbedded herself in me like a splinter, poking and prodding every time I try to focus on anything else. I’ve never had a woman distract me like this ever, and it’s starting to piss me off.
I stomp into the house and toss my keys onto the counter, my old boots scraping across the worn hardwood floor. My place may be small, but it’s mine. Cold concrete walls with no decoration beyond one family photo hanging by the door from when I was a child, put there to remind me of how our family was before things fell apart. Before Dad went to prison and Mom lost herself in despair and overdosed. Before I dropped out of school, stole my first bike, and joined my first gang.
My place may be sparse, but it suits me and the life I’ve chosen. But something feels off tonight. Like the silence is louder. The air somehow stifling.
I grab a bottle of whiskey and pour a glass, hoping the burn going down will take my mind off of Tammy. Annoyingly, it has the complete opposite effect, amplifying the heat already straining my chest, forcing the image of her gorgeous looks straight to the front of my mind.
Christ, I just don’t get it.
I never get caught up with women in this way.
I’ve got a reputation to protect. I don’t fall in love. Ever. But when I saw Tammy at the bar, standing there with such gorgeous innocence, it was like something deep inside me suddenly gave way. A primal need surfaced–a need to have her. To break through the challenging barrier she’s put up, claim her as mine and make her feel something she’s definitely not ready for.
And for once, I actually want to keep this one…
I take a long, burning sip of my drink and gaze into the amber liquid. What is it about her? Sure, she’s young and ferociously sexy, with curves that look like they were designed to fit perfectly against my body and my body alone–but I can’t help but feel like she’s way too innocent for an outlaw like me. It wouldn’t shock me one bit if she told me she was a virgin. And that vulnerability just makes me want to protect her from everything.
Protect her and ruin her at the same time…
The image of her perfection swells in my thoughts. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she spoke, her bright, gorgeous eyes, the way her ample breasts rose and fell with each breath, so perky and full, even when hidden beneath her baggy T-shirt. Her beauty feels somehow dangerous, like I’m standing on a precipice about to plunge into a complete loss of control.