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as she could, but within seconds he’d clamped one cuff on her wrist then jerked her up against his back. He pulled both of her hands tight across his belly and snapped the other cuff in place.
“Damn you, Jake. What the hell do you think you are doing? Let me go, dammit!”
He chuckled. “What are you going to do, sugar? Call the cops? Oh, that’s right, you don’t believe in working with police officers.”
He revved up the bike, ignoring her impotent struggles to free herself. Instead, he yanked her up tighter to his back until she was plastered against him.
“Goddammit, Jake. Let me go. This is dangerous. What if we fall? I …I could get crushed.”
He snorted, “You, Lexie? The invincible one? The woman impervious to danger? To threats? Hang on, sugar, I’ll be getting you home just as quickly as I can.”
Lexie tried to pull back, but it was useless. The cuffs had no give. Struggling against her frustration, she let her manacled hands rest against his belly. Shocked at the corded layer of muscles beneath her fingers, she fought the urge to stroke them. It was his smell that drew her in. His spicy cologne and musky male smell broke through her resistance. Giving in to his powerful magnetic pull, she clung to him and buried her face against his strong back. Her anger got lost in the roar of the bike and she found herself clinging to him more tightly than was necessary.
When they rolled up in front of her motel, he unlocked the cuffs and stuffed them in the pouch. He swung his leg over the bike and picked her up and stood her on the ground. Without a word, he headed toward the stairs. The dark shadows around the motel made her shiver. She hurried after him, but he was at the top of the stairs before she cleared the second landing. He waited beside her door, his face unreadable in the dark, cold anger rolling off him in waves.
He held out his hand for the key. Lexie fumbled in her purse. She finally found it and handed it to him. He reached down in his boot and pulled out his Sig. He motioned her back against the railing then opened the door and went inside, flipping on the overhead light. She heard the click of the gun hammer and the bathroom door open and then the closet door. He came outside and tucked the gun at his back.
He walked by her without speaking, heading down the stairs. He stood for a moment on the landing, then came back up the stairs two at a time. Her heart skipped a beat when he strode toward her. He stood in front of her, studying her upturned face. After a long moment, he put his hands on the railing on either side of her, locking her in place. She could feel his vibrating tension. He pressed his hard body against hers. She swallowed, almost choking on her breath. He smelled strong, powerful. She shuddered, stunned at the sensations roiling her core. He leaned down, his lips next to her ear. His beard stubble rasped against her cheek.
His voice was husky, low. “Just to keep the record straight, Lexie. I asked you to have dinner with me tonight because I wanted to be with you. Get to know you. I wanted to show you my bike. I also wanted to feel your arms around me.” He gave a soft snort. “I didn’t think it would take handcuffs to do it.”
Even in the dark, she could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the strain in his voice. Before she could respond he was at the second landing. He looked up at her and said. “Lock the door. Put on the chain. You’re not safe here.”
She waited at the top of the stairs until she heard the roar of the motorcycle. Reluctantly, she walked into the shabby room. The bare bulb on the ceiling lit the room with an ugly glare. She locked the door and stood against the doorway trying to absorb what had happened, trying to sort out the frenzied emotions searing her.
Glancing around the room, her eyes rested on the desk. She’d sorted the reports the chief gave her in four piles, organizing them according to subject. Now they were in a single neat
“Damn you, Jake. What the hell do you think you are doing? Let me go, dammit!”
He chuckled. “What are you going to do, sugar? Call the cops? Oh, that’s right, you don’t believe in working with police officers.”
He revved up the bike, ignoring her impotent struggles to free herself. Instead, he yanked her up tighter to his back until she was plastered against him.
“Goddammit, Jake. Let me go. This is dangerous. What if we fall? I …I could get crushed.”
He snorted, “You, Lexie? The invincible one? The woman impervious to danger? To threats? Hang on, sugar, I’ll be getting you home just as quickly as I can.”
Lexie tried to pull back, but it was useless. The cuffs had no give. Struggling against her frustration, she let her manacled hands rest against his belly. Shocked at the corded layer of muscles beneath her fingers, she fought the urge to stroke them. It was his smell that drew her in. His spicy cologne and musky male smell broke through her resistance. Giving in to his powerful magnetic pull, she clung to him and buried her face against his strong back. Her anger got lost in the roar of the bike and she found herself clinging to him more tightly than was necessary.
When they rolled up in front of her motel, he unlocked the cuffs and stuffed them in the pouch. He swung his leg over the bike and picked her up and stood her on the ground. Without a word, he headed toward the stairs. The dark shadows around the motel made her shiver. She hurried after him, but he was at the top of the stairs before she cleared the second landing. He waited beside her door, his face unreadable in the dark, cold anger rolling off him in waves.
He held out his hand for the key. Lexie fumbled in her purse. She finally found it and handed it to him. He reached down in his boot and pulled out his Sig. He motioned her back against the railing then opened the door and went inside, flipping on the overhead light. She heard the click of the gun hammer and the bathroom door open and then the closet door. He came outside and tucked the gun at his back.
He walked by her without speaking, heading down the stairs. He stood for a moment on the landing, then came back up the stairs two at a time. Her heart skipped a beat when he strode toward her. He stood in front of her, studying her upturned face. After a long moment, he put his hands on the railing on either side of her, locking her in place. She could feel his vibrating tension. He pressed his hard body against hers. She swallowed, almost choking on her breath. He smelled strong, powerful. She shuddered, stunned at the sensations roiling her core. He leaned down, his lips next to her ear. His beard stubble rasped against her cheek.
His voice was husky, low. “Just to keep the record straight, Lexie. I asked you to have dinner with me tonight because I wanted to be with you. Get to know you. I wanted to show you my bike. I also wanted to feel your arms around me.” He gave a soft snort. “I didn’t think it would take handcuffs to do it.”
Even in the dark, she could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the strain in his voice. Before she could respond he was at the second landing. He looked up at her and said. “Lock the door. Put on the chain. You’re not safe here.”
She waited at the top of the stairs until she heard the roar of the motorcycle. Reluctantly, she walked into the shabby room. The bare bulb on the ceiling lit the room with an ugly glare. She locked the door and stood against the doorway trying to absorb what had happened, trying to sort out the frenzied emotions searing her.
Glancing around the room, her eyes rested on the desk. She’d sorted the reports the chief gave her in four piles, organizing them according to subject. Now they were in a single neat
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