| Author: | Mary Suzanne | ISBN: | 9780463245170 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne | Publication: | February 7, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mary Suzanne |
| ISBN: | 9780463245170 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne |
| Publication: | February 7, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Kennedy didn’t want Marcus seeing her interest in what he was doing. She turned to walk a little further into the foyer to give him the privacy he might need. As she turned, she wasn’t watching where she was going hitting something solid blocking the doorway. She looked a long way up into the face of the stranger she’d seen passing her home on a motorcycle that day.
“Excuse me,” she apologized in an agitated tone.
“No, excuse me for almost tripping you.” He had a hold on her arms to steady her.
She felt a strange vibration run through her body at his strong, but gentle touch. There was no reason she should feel this way, although it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.
“Didn’t I see you today with several motorcycle riders?” she asked still gazing up into his midnight stare. Why in the world did I ask him that? She wondered.
“Yes, you did and there’s no way I could forget you,” he admitted in a husky tone that sent shivers down her spine.
For the longest time he continued to hold her arms in a light grip keeping her only inches from his dark face. A strange thought passed through her mind in the next instant. Her silent thoughts were on how those lips of his would feel covering hers.
Something was taking over her body that she had no control over. The wanton feeling encompassed her, seeming very foreign to her. Another thought filed her head as before. This man was off limits. He belonged to the rough crowd of motorcycle riders.
Kennedy,” she heard her name called from behind her.
Marcus stepped alongside her and the stranger. He gave Kennedy a quizzical look as he took in how the man was holding her arms. “I was wondering where you walked off to.”
Kennedy didn’t want Marcus seeing her interest in what he was doing. She turned to walk a little further into the foyer to give him the privacy he might need. As she turned, she wasn’t watching where she was going hitting something solid blocking the doorway. She looked a long way up into the face of the stranger she’d seen passing her home on a motorcycle that day.
“Excuse me,” she apologized in an agitated tone.
“No, excuse me for almost tripping you.” He had a hold on her arms to steady her.
She felt a strange vibration run through her body at his strong, but gentle touch. There was no reason she should feel this way, although it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.
“Didn’t I see you today with several motorcycle riders?” she asked still gazing up into his midnight stare. Why in the world did I ask him that? She wondered.
“Yes, you did and there’s no way I could forget you,” he admitted in a husky tone that sent shivers down her spine.
For the longest time he continued to hold her arms in a light grip keeping her only inches from his dark face. A strange thought passed through her mind in the next instant. Her silent thoughts were on how those lips of his would feel covering hers.
Something was taking over her body that she had no control over. The wanton feeling encompassed her, seeming very foreign to her. Another thought filed her head as before. This man was off limits. He belonged to the rough crowd of motorcycle riders.
Kennedy,” she heard her name called from behind her.
Marcus stepped alongside her and the stranger. He gave Kennedy a quizzical look as he took in how the man was holding her arms. “I was wondering where you walked off to.”
