had been friends since forever. But Nicole had taken an instant dislike to Jessica’s biker boyfriend and something told me she wouldn’t be too approving of Reb, either.
Not that we were dating or anything.
“So are you ready to give me her number?”
I’d been busy reading the twenty texts Jess had sent me last night. Wait, he wanted Jessica’s number? I blinked up at him in confusion. “Huh?”
“Rhonda’s neighbor? What’s her name?” Reb pulled his phone from the back pocket of his low-slung jeans.
My eyes lingered on the flex of his biceps. Lord, the man was built. Built and sexy and so damn fuckable. Clearly I had a problem. I really needed to get laid. I had a hard time remembering the last guy I’d been with. But then again, my obsession might’ve had something to do with Reb’s nearness. He had a way of making everything—or everything but my attraction to him—hazy.
“Em?” The twinkle in his eyes told me that he’d caught me checking him out and didn’t mind one minute. I was pretty sure he knew exactly what thoughts were floating around in my head. Maybe telepathy was possible, after all.
Or maybe I was just pathetically obvious in my interest.
“The number. Yeah. Just a sec.” I thumbed through my contacts, then rattled out my neighbor’s info.
“Great.” Reb’s thumbs flew across his phone’s screen as he put the info in. He tossed his phone onto the counter, then leaned over and snatched my phone out of my hands.
“Hey!”
He just gave me his annoyingly smug—and way too sexy—grin as he fiddled with my phone. A few seconds later his phone vibrated across the countertop. Sliding my phone across the counter to me, he snatched his own up and fiddled with its settings.
I looked down at my cell and found a new contact had been added. Reb. With a cell number and a work number.
“That’s my current burner number, but it’ll probably change in the next week or so. I’ll let you know when it does.”
“Why do you go through phones so fast? Tucker couldn’t remember anyone’s number last night.”
“It’s club business.” Reb’s eyes went steely and left no room for discussion. “But Tucker knows that if he needs me, he should call the shop. That number never changes, and the calls get forwarded.”
“Obviously not. He had me take him to the shop, but he never mentioned calling there.”
“I’ll have another talk with him.” Reb walked around the island. I swiveled on my bar stool, following him. He stepped into the V of my knees, and I ducked my head to avoid his probing eyes.
Not that he let me. With a finger under my chin, Reb tipped my head back up, forcing me to meet his searching gaze.
“I’m not gonna let you hide from me. From what’s between us. This—me and you—is gonna happen. And the sooner you come to terms with that, the easier it’ll be.”
I opened my mouth to refute him, but he swooped down and covered my open mouth with his. And he took complete advantage of it. His tongue swept in and took possession of me. Fucking my mouth with his tongue. My body trembled and it was a good thing I was sitting down. The hand I put out to stop him fisted in his T-shirt, skimming the hard torso hidden beneath. I leaned forward. Into him. Into his kiss.
A second later he was all I could think about. And how soon I could be under him.
A minute later and I couldn’t think at all.
The insistent peal of the doorbell, followed by Tucker’s shouted “I’ll get it,” had us breaking apart all too soon.
“To be continued,” Reb rumbled against my temple.
I couldn’t fashion a coherent reply to save my life. I was too busy trying to get my breath back and calm my crazy pulse.
Not that he gave me time, as I was being introduced to Brittany, a woman who looked to be maybe in her late thirties and whose leather vest proclaimed her to be “Property of Stitch.” I didn’t even blink at the vest. Jessica had a similar one and wore it with pride.
Not that we were dating or anything.
“So are you ready to give me her number?”
I’d been busy reading the twenty texts Jess had sent me last night. Wait, he wanted Jessica’s number? I blinked up at him in confusion. “Huh?”
“Rhonda’s neighbor? What’s her name?” Reb pulled his phone from the back pocket of his low-slung jeans.
My eyes lingered on the flex of his biceps. Lord, the man was built. Built and sexy and so damn fuckable. Clearly I had a problem. I really needed to get laid. I had a hard time remembering the last guy I’d been with. But then again, my obsession might’ve had something to do with Reb’s nearness. He had a way of making everything—or everything but my attraction to him—hazy.
“Em?” The twinkle in his eyes told me that he’d caught me checking him out and didn’t mind one minute. I was pretty sure he knew exactly what thoughts were floating around in my head. Maybe telepathy was possible, after all.
Or maybe I was just pathetically obvious in my interest.
“The number. Yeah. Just a sec.” I thumbed through my contacts, then rattled out my neighbor’s info.
“Great.” Reb’s thumbs flew across his phone’s screen as he put the info in. He tossed his phone onto the counter, then leaned over and snatched my phone out of my hands.
“Hey!”
He just gave me his annoyingly smug—and way too sexy—grin as he fiddled with my phone. A few seconds later his phone vibrated across the countertop. Sliding my phone across the counter to me, he snatched his own up and fiddled with its settings.
I looked down at my cell and found a new contact had been added. Reb. With a cell number and a work number.
“That’s my current burner number, but it’ll probably change in the next week or so. I’ll let you know when it does.”
“Why do you go through phones so fast? Tucker couldn’t remember anyone’s number last night.”
“It’s club business.” Reb’s eyes went steely and left no room for discussion. “But Tucker knows that if he needs me, he should call the shop. That number never changes, and the calls get forwarded.”
“Obviously not. He had me take him to the shop, but he never mentioned calling there.”
“I’ll have another talk with him.” Reb walked around the island. I swiveled on my bar stool, following him. He stepped into the V of my knees, and I ducked my head to avoid his probing eyes.
Not that he let me. With a finger under my chin, Reb tipped my head back up, forcing me to meet his searching gaze.
“I’m not gonna let you hide from me. From what’s between us. This—me and you—is gonna happen. And the sooner you come to terms with that, the easier it’ll be.”
I opened my mouth to refute him, but he swooped down and covered my open mouth with his. And he took complete advantage of it. His tongue swept in and took possession of me. Fucking my mouth with his tongue. My body trembled and it was a good thing I was sitting down. The hand I put out to stop him fisted in his T-shirt, skimming the hard torso hidden beneath. I leaned forward. Into him. Into his kiss.
A second later he was all I could think about. And how soon I could be under him.
A minute later and I couldn’t think at all.
The insistent peal of the doorbell, followed by Tucker’s shouted “I’ll get it,” had us breaking apart all too soon.
“To be continued,” Reb rumbled against my temple.
I couldn’t fashion a coherent reply to save my life. I was too busy trying to get my breath back and calm my crazy pulse.
Not that he gave me time, as I was being introduced to Brittany, a woman who looked to be maybe in her late thirties and whose leather vest proclaimed her to be “Property of Stitch.” I didn’t even blink at the vest. Jessica had a similar one and wore it with pride.
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