Bad boy Tank Long is reinforcing ideas in my head and the scenes are hot, really fucking hot. The author has glamorized MC life, but it’s about fantasy, not reality. The heat between him and the heroine is beyond fiery though, and Tank wouldn’t put up with Sunshine Fancy Pants’ shenanigans. Her words from that first night repeat in my head.‘Tank’s not here. Although, I probably wouldn’t mind if he was. He’s every woman’s fantasy.’
It’s another ten minutes before the door lock clicks but only after I phone her cell, and it starts ringing on the table. I look up as the door opens and she peeks around. She’s not looking down and I’m blocked by the door, so she hasn’t noticed me yet. She looks over at her phone.
“Tank Long, my ass,” she huffs as she steps back up into the doorway. “Bring it, big guy.”
Jesus, does she want me to…My cock starts swelling and that pisses me off, because being fucking turned on by feisty brats is a fucking curse, and my life isn’t some sort of erotic fantasy playing out for her pleasure, even if my cock thinks so.
I jump swiftly to my feet and block her with my arm. Her yip of surprise is incredibly satisfying.
“Oh!” Her lips part in an oval and her eyes widen as she realizes what’s happened. Those wide eyes, level with mine since she’s tall for a woman and also standing on the doorstep, are a beautiful mix of gold, green and amber. Her hair, even mostly tamed in a tight bun, seems to beg for freedom with tendrils springing out around her temples. The urge to run my hand up her nape and snatch the elastic away so I can grab a handful of those sexy-as-fuck curls, hits me hard.
My eyes dart back to her face, noting the stain of pink on her porcelain cheeks as if she’s just read my mind. I instantly wonder what that blush would look like on her ass, because if there’s one thing I want to do to this brat as much as pull her head back by the hair and kiss her fucking breathless, it’s to turn her over my knee and teach her what happens to haughty brats when they cross the wrong man.
The thought makes my dick spring from six to midnight irritating me further. How can I be so pissed off and hot for her all at once? And how the fuck am I so turned on by the thought of messing Little Miss Perfect up, tossing her neat blouse and slacks to wrinkle on the floor while I make her squirm and moan, first as I brand her gorgeous ass and then as I settle in for a lengthy session between those long, long legs, tasting and tormenting her until she’s fucking begging for my cock.
I want her outside to match her fiery inside.
I look away a moment to get myself under control before I do exactly what I’m fantasizing about and get arrested, but my head snaps back when she laughs. Stunned, I take a step back. When she stops laughing, she looks a little shocked herself but falls almost casually against the door jamb.
“Why the hell are you laughing?” I demand, through gritted teeth. She bites her lip and the pretty blush on her face brightens. I bet I could make it flush deeper.Fuck.
It takes a second for the blood to come back to my brain but when it does, I shoot my foot out to block the door again even though she no longer looks as if she plans on slamming it.
“You caught me by surprise.” She’s slightly out of breath from her laughter and I think it’s the first time I’ve seen her without her full armor. And just as I thought, she’s even more fucking enchanting.What goddamn man says enchanting?
I frown, trying not to notice her chest heaving and cross my arms.“I did, did I?”
“You’re rather sneaky, Mr. Biker.”
I almost smile back.
Almost.
“What I am, Ms. Harlow, is pissed off.” Her eyes dart to my crossed arms and back to my eyes.
“I can see that.” She bends, looking closer at the tattoo that runs down my bicep to my forearm.“This little guy here looks almost as if he’s winking when you stand like this.”
I growl, my brow furrowing in exasperation. “Can you please stop ogling my tattoo and pay attention to me?”
“I thought that was the point of tattoos. To be ogled.”
Again, she catches me off guard. “No. No more than when a woman dresses up forherself—to feel pretty and men think it’s a fucking invitation to hit on them.”
“Oh.” A glint in her eye warns me something saucy is coming. “So, you got them to feel pretty? Not to get hit on though.”
“No, I—fuck—you’re changing the subject!” I feel almost as if I’ve been on one of those spinning rides Reece like so much, that make the world dance around you for a few minutes while you regain your equilibrium, but when I do…
I narrow my eyes, grab the door and close the space between us so much I can smell her coconut shampoo. “You’re not biting my head off for once, Sunshine,” I say smoothly. “Which tells me I’m correct in assuming you’re the reason my day has started so badly.”
She gives me a small shrug and then pushes, yes pushes, me out of the way to walk out onto the deck. “Then we’ve got something in common there.”
“So, you admit it?” I demand, even though I’m off kilter again, mostly at her boldness but also at how fucking amazing she smells.
“I admit nothing, but do tell, Mr. Biker. What is amiss with your day? Did Jake wake you again?” She thumbs a spot besidethe deck where some chickens are pecking the ground. “Believe me, I’m just as put out by him.” She follows the statement with a roll of her eyes.
Now my brows shoot up. “What is amiss?” I repeat, a little dumbly, but then pause. “And Jake isyourfucking rooster, you’re not allowed to be put out by him.” Her face flashes a quick smile that irks me but when she bites her lip saucily I’m once again reminded my cock loves feisty women and this one is as feisty as they come.
“While Jake is the bane of my existence, he isnotmine.” She shoots the rooster a hard glare as if to prove her point. “If it weren’t for the fact that my Gran would come back from the grave and beat my ass, I’d have had that guy in a roasting pan by now.”
