Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(9)

“Did you really think I’d give up that easily?” His teeth flashed white in the starlight as he smiled. “Thought I’d see you home.” He held out his hands and gave a little shrug. “Thought it was my turn to take care of you. Just a little.”

“I don’t need you to see me home.” She didn’t need anyone to take care of her.

He inhaled deep and let out a long sigh. “I know, but I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet,” he added oh so reasonably. “I’ve had such a nice night looking.”

“And that’s all you want to do?” she asked sceptically. “Look?”

“You already know I want to do way more than that. The question is whether you want me to.”

She stared at him, remembering what he’d said she needed. What he’d promised. Pleasure.

“The way you look at me? The way you talk to me?” He tempted so easily, so confidently. Like he was used to persuading rooms full of people. “You’re not the kind of woman to play games. You see something you want, you go for it. You call those guys on their crap. You deliver on your customer service. It’s plain and simple for you. If you’re attracted, you step up and take it, right?”

What, he saw her as some empowered, go-for-it woman? Such a seductive fantasy. But he didn’t have it right, she wasn’t like that.

“Are you going to go for it?” he asked.

Damn good question.

King of the Mountain was strong and fit and he was leaving. He’d said it was his last day on the lifts. So she’d be just another of the many women he’d no doubt enjoyed.

And when had she last enjoyed? When had she last felt pleasure? Why shouldn’t she have one night just for her? Didn’t she deserve that when she’d been working so hard for so long and so little?

She took a step towards him. Something flashed in his blue eyes, but he stayed still. Waiting. Letting her make the move. She took another step.

“You want me to go for it?” she asked, a whisper in the cold, cold night.

“I just want you.”

What little hesitation she had left, melted. He was different to the other guys who’d flirted with her. To the guys who’d insulted her. To any other guy she’d met. Maybe he was right. This was simple.

As simple as reaching up and touching her mouth to his.

He remained motionless as she did. But as she neared, she felt his heat. Felt his restraint. And suddenly she didn’t want that restraint anymore.

“I just want you, too.” She wanted it all. Just for now. “Kiss me back.”

Suddenly he moved, his hands lifting to her chin, to hold her face up to his. His lips didn’t just brush hers, they tasted. She heard his muffled groan as he stepped in closer and deepened the kiss.

Savannah simply melted. Because he kissed anything but plain and simple.

His tongue? Wicked. Teasing.

His lips? Firm. Commanding.

His embrace? Hot.

“Here’s the thing,” he said, breaking the seal while pressing his body harder against hers, sounding as breathless and desperate as she felt.

His arms locked deliciously tight about her waist. “I want you. Want this. Just... now. That’s all. I can’t do more than that.”

Sex with her the once was all he wanted? There was a god. “Perfect.”

She heard his groan. Felt power and pleasure at how strongly he was affected. And felt relief. Because she was the same. She reached higher onto tiptoes, pouring herself into the kisses, sliding her hands under his bulky jacket. Turned out the bulk was him as much as the jacket. Strong, broad, built. And so freaking hot.

“No one’s ever gonna know,” he said. “Just us. Just once.”

“Why will no one know?” She pulled back, horrified by a sudden thought. “Are you cheating?”

“No,” he answered quickly. “There’s no one in my life. I just get the feeling you like your privacy. All I meant was that I’m not gonna to brag to everyone in town that I banged you.”

“You’re going to bang me?” Goosebumps rippled over her skin, but she was far from cold.

“If you want me to,” he said, lifting a hand to cup the side of her face. She felt the rough bandage on his finger. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” His other hand tightened on her butt, pulling her against him again as he kissed his way down her neck. Cold air, warm breath, hot lips. Shivers. “This is only about you tonight. I’m only for you.”

Since when was her skin so damn sensitive? Since when had she ever been so turned on?

“We need privacy,” he muttered, rocking his hips into hers. Even with all the bulk of their winter wear, she felt his tension, the hard-on he was packing. “There are security cameras all along the streets.”

“The bar has cameras everywhere too,” she groaned breathlessly, aching to rub closer to that rigid length, wanting to explore it up close. To have him bared beneath her. “But I don’t want you coming back to my place. And I don’t want to go to yours.”

She didn’t want to have to wait that long.

He seemed to understand her rejection sprang from desperate urgency. “My car. Tinted windows.” He tensed up. “Come on.”

Seriously? Savannah managed to peel herself away from his luscious strength and turn. He took her hand and walked her a few paces down the street before stopping. It wasn’t a car. It was a giant all-terrain SUV with ridiculously huge wheels. He could probably drive it straight up to the summit of the mountain. And even in the dim night sky she could see it had tinted windows like it was purpose built for celebrities who wanted to avoid all those cameras. Or for people who wanted to indulge in lewd acts in town beyond midnight.