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just
clicked. She had friends whom she’d known would become valuable
pieces of her life from the moment she met them. That didn’t
explain why she wasn’t at least partially scandalized by the things
she and Raze had done to each other since she arrived. There wasn’t
a centimeter of her skin that didn’t know the stroke of his fingers
or the lash of his tongue. He knew parts of her body better than
anyone, better than even she did. And his erotic abandon goaded
hers.
    She’d lost all inhibition. She had done
things to him that she’d never imagined doing and she had loved
every minute. There was nothing in her head about playing fair or
returning favors. She pleasured him because she couldn’t help
herself. She pleasured him because it made her feel as good as when
he pleasured her. He’d shown her that any sexual act could be
intimate and mutually pleasurable if you had the right partner. She
didn’t think there was anything she wouldn’t let him do to her or
anything he could ask of her that she wouldn’t do to him—a man she
hadn’t known existed just a few short hours ago.
    He glanced at her, caught her staring, and
smiled. The curve of his gorgeous mouth was wicked, but the heat in
his eyes was tender and warm.
    Her chest tightened in a way that warned her
she was wading into treacherous waters. Taking a deep breath, Kim
set her fork down and wiped her mouth again. “Thank you for
dinner.”
    “Did you enjoy it?”
    “Wasn’t it obvious?”
    “I’ve heard stale chips can taste delicious
after sex,” he said wryly.
    She laughed and stood, collecting her tray
off the bed. “I absolutely enjoyed it. I’ve enjoyed everything
since I arrived.”
    Taking the dishes back out to the living
area, she took a moment to herself, debating whether she should get
going now while the getting was good. She considered it long and
hard, but the thought of returning to her apartment alone at this
time of night made her stomach knot. And the thought of leaving
Raze bummed her out so much she knew she couldn’t go until it was
absolutely necessary. It wasn’t like they worked together or had
the same friends or even lived in the same city. So what if she
moped a little after it was over? He wouldn’t be around to see it.
He wouldn’t be around as a constant reminder of what she couldn’t
have.
    “Hey,” Raze called out. “Your phone’s
vibrating.”
    She went back to the bedroom, which was
softly lit and intimately welcoming. It smelled like him and sex
and delicious food. She really didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Looking around for her bag, she found it on a chair near the
closet, several feet away from the bed. “How can you hear the
buzzing over the television?”
    He shrugged.
    Digging her phone out, she looked at the
screen and sighed at the sight of her brother’s name. She answered
without preamble, “It’s a little late, isn’t it, Kenny?”
    “Why the hell aren’t you answering your
phone?”
    “Because I was busy. And it’s late.”
    “Kimberly Laine McAdams. You can’t go off
with some biker you spoke to for five minutes in a bar and not
expect us to be worried sick.”
    “Oh my god. This isn’t Kenny. It’s Mom
sounding like Kenny.”
    “That’s not fucking funny.”
    “No, it isn’t.” She hit the mute button.
“Raze. Do you ride a bike?”
    He glanced at her with brows raised.
    “You know,” she elaborated. “Like a
Harley.”
    His grin flashed fierce and sexy as hell.
“Heritage Softail.”
    “Shit.” So he was a biker after all. The
thought made her hot and needy. Kim took the phone off mute. “I’m a
big girl, Kenny.”
    “Who is still dealing with walking into the
murder scene of her best friend!” Ken growled and in her mind’s eye
she could see him fisting his dark hair with his free hand and
clenching his jaw. “You’re not the only one who’s freaked by what
happened to Janelle. I worry about you all the damn time. You need
to give me a break, Kim.