Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(49)

“Stalker,” she called out at him as she came down the stairs.

He laughed. “Maybe. Where you off to looking so hot?”

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest as she reached him. She tried to act like she didn’t like when he complimented her, but he saw the way her cheeks filled with color when he did.

She liked it.

She liked him.

Call him cocky, but he knew she did.

She just didn’t like to.

There was no other explanation on why she only spent time with him. Or at least, he thought she did. He needed to ask because he liked her, and he sure as hell didn’t like the idea of some other man touching her. She ruined any other females for him, and he wanted to do the same for her.

“Hot date?”

She laughed. “My grandmother is hot, but I’m not sure if Bingo could be classified as hot. They do have hot pink dobbers.”

“Bingo?”

“Yup, I go to Bingo with my grandma every Wednesday.”

“Sounds fun. Jump on, I brought you a helmet,” he said, handing her a bright pink helmet, but she didn’t take it.

“No way,” she said with a laugh. “You can’t go.”

“Why not?”

“Because my grandma will think we are together and since that is not true, you can’t go.”

Phillip eyed her. “But if we tell her it’s not true, then there won’t be a problem.”

“She’ll think it and tell everyone otherwise.”

He stood up, hitting the kickstand of his bike and throwing his leg over. She was watching him, a smile playing on her face as he got close, snaking an arm around her waist to bring her closer. It took force, but she came and looked up at him with a look that told him she wasn’t playing around. However, the problem with Phillip was that he didn’t give up.

“So tell them we’re not. That we are only rocking each other’s world.”

Her lips turned up into his favorite sneaky grin, and he smiled back as she asked, “I rock your world?”

Playfully, he nipped at her bottom lip before nodding. “You know you do, and I know I rock your world.”

“I’ll never admit that.”

He decided not to point out that she had already in fact admitted that. Instead, he scoffed and pinned her with a look as he said, “Of course you will. I’ll get you at a moment of weakness.”

“I never have a moment of weakness,” she replied, trying to push him away, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Um… yeah, you do. It’s when I have my face buried between your legs, licking you like you are my favorite flavor of ice cream. Which you are.”

He was turning her on, he could see that, but her brows came together in confusion as she asked, “I am what?”

He brought his lips to hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip before whispering against them. “You are the best gosh darn flavor in the world, Reese Allen.”

Her eyes fell shut as he took her mouth with his, moving his lips slowly before running his hand down the middle of her back to squeeze her ass. He then brought her hard against his growing erection, closing the distance between them and receiving a soft moan from her. It had been a couple of days since he had been between her legs, and as much as he wanted to scoop her up and carry her up those stairs and to the nearest soft spot, he wanted to spend time with her too.

Pulling away, he looked into her gorgeous face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted and swollen from his demanding kisses. Reaching up, he slid the helmet on her head and buckled it before her protests started.

“I know what you are doing, and it isn’t going to work,” she said, reaching for the buckle, but he stopped her.

“No one will say anything. Come on, let’s go have some fun, and later I’ll spend a long time savoring my favorite flavor,” he said, cupping her sex in his hands. He could feel the heat between her legs, and it took everything for him to remove his hand from her.

When she didn’t say no, or yes for that matter, he smacked her ass, causing her to jump. “Come on, let’s go.”

She mumbled something and he smiled as she followed him onto the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.

God, that feels good, he thought as his eyes drifted shut.

She then said, “You are lucky I like you between my legs.”

“I know I am and I told you, you have weak moments.”

She smacked his shoulder as he laughed.

“Shut up and you better hope no one says anything, or you can kiss getting laid tonight goodbye.”

He chuckled. “No one will say anything and even if they did, all I gotta do is drop to my knees and you are mine.”

She didn’t say anything as the bike rumbled to life. He was about to take off but then her hands slid down his thighs, then back up the inner part, before resting on his straining cock.

“I surely hope you don’t think you are the only one with the power here?”

As she squeezed him through his jeans, his whole body caught on fire as he slowly shook his head.

“Oh no, I know darn well what you do to me, and I have no problem admitting it.”

“Is that right?” she asked, stroking him slowly.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath before saying, “Yup and you need to stop, before I pull you into my lap and f*ck you into oblivion on this bike.”