Tease by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online

imposing force.
     
    This wasn’t my apartment.
     
    Come to think of it, I hadn’t even given him directions.
     
    He stopped the bike in a spot by the curb and shut off the engine. I pried myself off his body and lifted up the face shield. “Where are we?”
     
    “My place.”
     
    “You live here?” I asked nervously as he climbed off and turned to face me.
     
    “On the third floor. I’d invite you in, but I’m not that kind of guy.”
     
    I snorted. I bet he wasn’t.
     
    He laughed and gently pulled the helmet off my head. My hands automatically went to my hair because I knew it was probably mashed to my head like I’d been wearing a hairnet.
     
    “So I didn’t kill you,” he said, hooking the helmet on the side of the bike.
     
    “You didn’t bring me home either.”
     
    “I figured we could grab my car and go back to the bar. I can jump your car and then you’ll be able to take it home. You might need it tomorrow.”
     
    Actually, I did need it. “You have a car and a bike?”
     
    He pointed to a vintage mustang convertible parked next to the bike. It was cherry red with a white ragtop. “Yep.”
     
    Damn, I didn’t know what was hotter—the bike or the car.
     
    “I like it,” I said, climbing off the bike. My legs felt funny, like the cells inside them were still vibrating—like they thought I was still riding on the bike. As I stood, I stumbled a little bit and fell against his chest. Automatically, his arms came up around my waist and I stood there in his embrace, completely dumfounded as heat rushed through my veins and scorched every active brain cell.
     
    “Your legs will feel normal in a few.” His voice was a mere whisper; he didn’t have to talk loud because I was right up against him. He pulled back, still keeping his arms around me, and looked down. Our eyes met and the heat that had been rushing through me all drained into my stomach, pooling in the bottom of my belly and placing this heavy pressure down against my core.
     
    I shifted, trying to get a little relief, but it made it worse because my body brushed against his hips.
     
    Oh my God . I was acting like some hormonal teenager.
     
    I stepped back and he let me go, and I rushed to put some much needed distance between us. I didn’t know what was happening to my body, but it was losing its mind.
     
    He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and went around to unlock the passenger side of the Mustang. I climbed in and breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed behind me. We didn’t speak on the way back to the Mad Hatter, and I busied myself with looking at everything but him.
     
    When my car came into view, I wanted to scream with relief but decided that might be a little rude. He pulled the Mustang right up in front of my Toyota so the cables would reach from one battery to the other.
     
    Before he climbed out of the car, I laid a hand on his forearm. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. “I really appreciate this, Cam,” I told him. “You don’t even know me and you’re going out of your way in the middle of the night to help me.”
     
    “I’m getting something out of it too,” he said slyly.
     
    I lifted an eyebrow. “You are?”
     
    He grinned. “Did I forget to mention that you owe me now?”
     
    “I’m pretty sure this is the first I’m hearing about it.”
     
    He grinned and dammit, even in the dark his dimple caused my heart to melt. “You owe me, Harlow.”
     
    “What do you want?”
     
    “I haven’t decided yet.”
     
    Something about the way he said that caused a commotion to erupt inside my belly. It felt like there were tiny people in there doing jumping jacks. Very clumsy tiny people.
     
    I stayed in the Mustang as he lifted the hood to both our cars and then retrieved the jumper cables out of his trunk. When they were connected, he knocked on the window and I looked over, my eyes colliding with the view of his defined abs. And yeah, his abs were really