Road Hawks (MC Romance) by Kelly Lawson Page B

get the girl. Mostly because she gives herself to me willingly,” he said as he looked at her. Alexa didn’t know why but she could feel her cheeks flushing. He was getting to her, and she could tell he was loving the effect he had on her.
     
    “They give themselves to you?” she asked surprised at just how much he believed in himself. The way he talked she would have thought him to be a Roman soldier back when women were considered property, mere spoils of war.
     
    “They do,” he said with a smile.
     
    “So, where are you headed, Trace Wilkes?” she asked.
     
    “Why? Do you want to come with me?”
     
    She smiled and shrugged.
     
    “Maybe. Or maybe I want to see how off course you really are.”
     
    “Oakland,” he said with a smile of his own. She looked at him for a long second before she took another gulp.
     
    “I told you I had dinner plans. I believe we are done here,” she said as she stood up. Trace looked at her and smiled. He could see her body outlined in the robe, her cleavage that was barely covered rose and fell as she took each breath. He looked at her and stood up.
     
    “Maybe we should have another drink, soon,” he said.
     
    “Depends. Are you going to come down to Staling City?” she asked.
     
    “That’s where you’re headed? Staling?” he asked. She put the cover back on the scotch and handed the bottle to him. Trace reached over and took the bottle from her, his fingertips lingering on her wrist. For some reason, she felt a tingle go down her spine before she pulled away. “It was nice meeting you, Alexa,” he said before he walked towards the door. She walked over and smiled at him.
     
    “Likewise,” she said as she opened the door for him.
     
    She was not sure what she was feeling for him, but there was something. She was not the kind of woman to moon over a man; she was always in charge, and for her to meet a man that made her feel submissive, almost helpless made her feel something she had never felt before. When she shut the door, she leaned against it and closed her eyes. She found herself wondering what Trace’s naked body would feel like against her own. How his muscular arms would feel around her and how his lips would feel against her own full ones.
     
    She was still leaning against the door when she heard a knock again. She opened the door expecting to see Rob with a steaming plate of pot roast, but instead it was Trace again. She looked at him, wondering what he could possibly want a second time. She opened her mouth to speak but he stepped forward and slipped an arm around her waist, making her gasp in surprise.
     
    “What…?” she started to ask before he silenced her with one long, deep kiss. When he finally pulled away, she was almost out of breath. “What was that for?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
     
    “No reason really comes to mind,” he said as he stepped into the room and let the door swing shut. She had never been on the receiving end of such a bold move. All this was new to her. “I can stop if you want me to,” he said in a low voice. She looked into his eyes again as she slowly gave in to strong arm that held her against him.
     
    “Why would I want you to?” she asked before she kissed him.
     
    Just like she had wondered before, his kiss was more than soft and searching. With his lips on hers she could feel just how much he wanted her, how much her body was screaming for him to make her his. When she pulled away, she put her hands on the two long straps that held her robe together, trying to maintain some sense of control, but he wouldn’t let her. He put his hand on hers and gently pushed them down before he took over the task and opened the robe. She noticed a smile playing on his lips as he looked at her beautiful naked body. She had a large tattoo that went all the way to the back from her lower waist.
     
    “Nice ink,” he commented. She looked down at her tattoo and smirked. “I’ll show you mine if you show