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Luckily, I’ve only been parked for about five minutes when I see her walk out of the back of the café. She heads toward her car, and I decide that this is a good time to talk.

Riding toward her, I stop when I reach the side of her car. She turns to watch me, no doubt unsure as to who the fuck would ride up to the back of the café. I watch as Keely notices the bike, then the cut, then the man.

I know because her eyes widen, then her lips part, then she smiles. Fuck, she’s so damn cute. Sexy too. This woman who stole my heart a year ago and has fucking kept it. I don’t bother keeping my smile to myself. I wear it proudly.

Tugging my helmet off, I kick my stand down and throw my leg over the side of my bike. I need to touch her—need to feel her. I close the distance between us. Wordlessly lift my hands, cupping her cheeks, then I shift my mouth toward her.

Pressing my lips against hers, I kiss her. It’s hard. Owning. Consuming. It’s fucking perfect, just like her.

I haven’t had my fill of Keely yet, but I still break the kiss anyway, both of us needing to breathe. Plus, she was okay with fucking me last night out in the open, but we were very much alone. I don’t think she’d be cool with that right here, in broad daylight, behind her place of work. I mean, if she wanted to, I’d happily oblige, but I’m pretty certain she would not ask.

Resting my forehead against hers, I exhale a breath and try to gather my fucking self. I’ve never felt so off-kilter in my entire goddamn life as I do with this woman. And the thing is, I don’t think I mind too much. I’m good with being off-kilter when it comes to Keely.

Lifting my head, I shift it back slightly as I look into her eyes. “Hey,” I rasp, giving her a smile.

“Brock,” she exhales, and the sound goes straight to my fucking cock.

Fuck me, but she sounds good when she says my name like that. So damn good. She sinks her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip, then I watch as she turns her head, looking at the door behind her.

My hands fall from her face, but I don’t step away from her. Instead, I reach out and grip her hips. The need to touch her, to be near her, is too fucking intense to even attempt to step backward.

“You good, babe?” I ask.

Her head whips back around, and her eyes meet mine. “I just had a weird morning.”

“Need to talk about it?”

I’m not sure what I’m going to do to help her. It’s not like I know what I’m doing here. I don’t know how to talk to a woman, how to listen, how to do anything other than make them come… and I’ve never given a shit until now, either.

But I sure as fuck am going to try with this woman. I’m never letting her walk away from me again. Keely’s lips curve up into a smile. She shakes her head from side to side a few times before she clears her throat.

“No, there’s nothing to talk about,” she says, her voice coming out in a sigh that again goes straight to my fucking cock.

Keely moves half a step closer to me, curling her fingers around my biceps. She holds on to me, her head tipping back slightly so she can look up into my face.

Dipping my chin, I look into her eyes. Fuck. Those light-brown eyes are like honey and look directly into my fucking soul. Cupping her cheek, I slide my thumb across her plump bottom lip.

“Seems like whatever it is is weighing on your mind,” I state.

She hums, turning her head slightly, and then I feel her lips touch the center of my palm. A growl rolls through my chest and up my throat. Clenching my jaw, I try really fucking hard to keep some modicum of self-control, although every second near her makes it slip just a little more.

“I’ll be fine. What are you doing here?”

That’s one way to change the subject, and I decide I’ll let her, at least for now. If she wants to change the subject, that’s fine. We’re still new, getting to know one another, and honestly, I would much rather spend my moments with her being inside her in one way or another and not talking, unless it’s one of us saying faster, harder, and I’m close.

“Wanted to see you. I got some shit I need to do for the club that’s gonna take me away for a little while. But I wanted to spend some time with you and Thea before I go.”

Her smile consumes her face, and my heart squeezes at the sight. “I also have a bunch of prospects at the house working. Thought you’d both like to check it out.”

Keely clears her throat, her eyes dancing as they look into mine. “I thought you were going to fix it up yourself?”

My lips twitch, shifting closer to her. I touch my mouth to hers, brushing my lips across her own. Reluctantly, I lift my head so I can look into her eyes again. I don’t move back from her, though, staying as close as I can.

Wishing I could be closer.

Needing to be inside her.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to go until she’s in my bed every night. If she doesn’t want to move in with me at the end of the week, I’m not sure what I’m going to do.