Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Son of a bitch.
I needed to get myself under control so the bulge in my leathers wasn’t so damn obvious. Blinking a few times, I tried to focus on her face. Big brown eyes surrounded by thick black lashes, enhanced by a subtle shimmer on her lids. Her creamy skin had an adorable sprinkling of freckles over her nose and cheeks. I was gaining some semblance of control over my body until my gaze landed on her pouty, pink-stained lips. Fuck. They immediately inspired thoughts of sliding my dick between them and seeing the ring her lipstick would leave behind.
“Rom? Are you coming?” Phantom asked from a foot away, breaking me out of my lust-filled bubble. His quizzical stare was visible because he’d put his sunglasses on the top of his head.
I glanced back toward my woman—well shit, those fuckers had been right. I’d fallen instantly, as was the usual for Silver Saints—then shook my head at Phantom. “I have to…” My gaze slid over to her once more, and Phantom’s followed. He chuckled and spun on his heel to stroll toward the building.
When I realized that my girl was about to do the same, I made a beeline for her, stepping into her path a few feet from her car. She was looking in another direction and crashed right into me. My hands went to her curvy hips to keep her from falling backward, and her tits pressed against my chest, forcing me to hold back a groan of pleasure.
“Oh! Excuse me!” she said sweetly as she tried to take a step back. “I’m so sorry, I should have been paying attention to where I was going.”
I was sorely tempted to keep her right where she was, but I didn’t want to scare her away. Reluctantly, I let her go. She was probably a little under a foot shorter than me, so her head had to drop back when she looked up at my face, exposing her slender neck. It had been a long time since a woman had sparked any interest in me, but I couldn't recall ever being turned on by a woman’s neck. It seemed everything about this gorgeous creature had quickly become my obsession.
Her lips parted, her expression turning to something akin to awe, and her dark brown eyes heated. My mouth curled up into a satisfied smirk now that I knew she was just as affected by me as I was by her.
“Hello, gorgeous,” I crooned, my voice low and seductive. I forced myself not to grin when her pupils contracted and a tiny tremor shook her body.
“Um…hi.” Her voice was breathless and sexy as hell.
“My fault. Didn’t mean to startle you.” Sure I did. “Not that I’m complaining about running into a beautiful woman. I hope you’ll forgive me…?” I let the sentence hang, hoping she would fill in the blank.
“Layla.”
Damn, even her name made me want to fuck her.
“I’m Rom.” I frowned and, to my surprise, corrected myself. “Roman.”
“Roman,” she repeated. The sound of my name on her lips sent the rest of the blood in my brain rushing straight to my dick. But I was nearly brought to my knees when it also filled me with a peace and contentment that I’d only ever experienced one other place. It seemed impossible that she would make me feel the same freedom and sense of home that I experienced on the back of my bike. Then again, she was obviously meant to be mine, so perhaps that made complete sense.
“Well, beautiful Layla, why don’t you let me make it up to you?”
Her eyes grew big and round, her cheeks bloomed with pink, and her lips formed a little O. Then she blinked a few times before shaking her head.
2
LAYLA
Math wasn’t my strong suit—which was part of why I enjoyed teaching kindergarteners instead of older elementary school students—but I figured there was maybe a 1 percent chance that this guy was actually interested in me. Not only was he a smoking hot biker who probably drew women like moths to the flame, but he also had to be at least ten years older than me. His age didn’t make him any less attractive, though.
With his square jaw, bulging muscles, and amber-brown eyes, Roman was drop-dead gorgeous. Add in the short dark hair along with his height and tan skin, and his picture could be added to the dictionary next to tall, dark, and handsome. Especially with the six o’clock shadow on his cheeks adding to his aura of danger. Meanwhile, I was his exact opposite—a boring teacher who couldn’t even intimidate her five-year-old students.
I always thought I wasn’t interested in dating because I’d been so focused on getting through school. But with how my body reacted to Roman, I realized it was just because I hadn’t met someone who brought my dormant libido roaring to life. It was just my luck that the first guy who had the power to make my panties spontaneously combust was a sexy biker who was far out of my league.