Chasing Storm by Teagan Kade Read Free Book Online Page B

exhausted, that’s all.”
    He takes a step closer and my chest tightens. I pull the blanket even tighter around myself.
    He looks up and down my body, what’s not covered by the blanket. My hair hangs in wet tendrils around my ears and shoulders. I look like a drowned rat, but in his eyes I see myself as something different, as something… desirable.
    I attempt to kick-start the conversation as I inadvertently back up against the front of the green Chevy. “Ah, Storm, right?
    He nods.
    “What do you do? You know, when you aren’t playing in the band.”
    “For work?”
    I nod, a shiver running through me that could be the cold or the sight of the man in front of me, a man who is not Dan, a man whose very presence screams ‘run away!’.
    “The band’s just a small gig. I fix cars mostly, bikes… odd jobs here and there.”
    “You’re not a biker?”
    Really, Alice?
    “You think I’m a biker?” he laughs. “Is that the kind of vibe I give off? I mean, I’m no office jockey, but a biker? As much as you might look at my tats and denim and think otherwise, I’m not as cliché as you think.”
    “I never said you were.”
    “A criminal? Because that’s what you’re thinking. Be honest.”
    I can’t take his antagonizing tone. “Fine, yeah. People say you’re bad news. Why shouldn’t I believe them?”
    He stands so close the heat coming from his body is a physical thing. “Because it’s not true. Why should a son suffer for his father’s sins?”
    “Your father?”
    “Was a drug dealer, yes. He was rotten as they come. He hit me, he made me cut up his coke and light his pipe while Mom watched on bloody from the floor. But I am not him, you hear? I’m not part of that life anymore.”
    He’s emotional. His face hovers before me, eyes boring right into my skull. I can’t tell whether he’s going to hit me or kiss me.
    He chooses the latter.
    With one hand pressed to my chest, he pushes me down onto the Chevy’s bonnet and leans into me.
    He kisses me on the mouth, firmly, and I respond. It happens so quickly I have no response but to run with it.
    I press my lips against his mouth hard. His teeth nip against them. I lean into him, my need growing. Kissing Dan was one thing, but this is different. This is the kind of all-consuming lust that comes once in a lifetime.
    I feel the act inflaming me, the feeling of his mouth against my own equal parts strange and arousing, a dream come to life. My fingers find the edge of his chin and it’s rough with stubble. He smells of grease and machinery, of forged metal.
    He grows bolder, threading his fingers through my hair. He kisses me deeper, longer, parting my lips with his tongue. The grille of the Chevy is hard against the small of my back as he leans over me.
    The sense of urgency grows, my temperature rising swiftly. My senses are on knifepoint, my nostrils flaring wide as I take him in, the hot, alpha masculinity of this creature.
    My hands move down to his hips and I’m aware of his erection pressing through the denim of his overalls. I take his free hand and guide it under my wet skirt.
    His hand moves up my thigh swiftly, finger scrabbling with the waistband of my soaking panties. He pulls them down, tugging them roughly down my legs to remain stretched between my knees.
    His hand moves again between my legs as we continue to kiss and grind against one another above. When his fingers reach my folds, when he slides a finger inside me, I’m his.
    But it’s not enough. He knows it too. He bunches his fingers together in a quasi-arrowhead and drives them deep inside me, but again, it is not enough. His entire hand shakes as he works, his breath hot on my cheek as our lips part, hot on my neck when he falls into the cradle of my shoulder. Yet his eagerness does not bother me. In fact, it only increases my desire more.
    The blanket falls off my shoulders, sliding off the glossy bonnet. He jams his fingers inside me where they squelch in my desire.
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