Page 82 of Ride or Die

“You want to talk about my feelings right now?” she asked, leaning back onto her hands as her feet dangled. His eyes heated, and he went still.

“Your feelings are very important to me.”

When she rolled her eyes, strong fingers caught her jaw. Breath gusted out of parted lips.

Lit from above, the lines of nose and jaw turned harsh, and she leaned into it.

“Talk to me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she breathed, as his hand tightened on her face. He held her for a moment, and his thumb brushed her cheek. Her bones turned languid, heat pooling between her legs.

He leaned closer, breath touching her lips. “I think you like it when I tell you what to do,” he murmured and kept a single breath between them.

“What if someone comes down?” Her voice was thready.

His cheek moved against hers in a smile. “Does that excite you, sweet girl?”

Riley leaned forward. “Feels like it,” she whispered. Saint moved his hand to the back of her neck and pressed his mouth over hers, capturing her moan and pulling her closer. Her legs closed around his hips locking them together. In the dark, it was just them, surrounded by tools and engine grease and cool night air.

His hands tipped her back, and he breathed her in, moving in sync. Teeth sank into her lip, and his tongue soothed the small hurt. One hand slid down her stomach and opened the button of her jeans. All of her attention focused on his fingers, trailing down and down, sliding between fabric and skin.

He was everywhere at once, catching every moan and gasp on his tongue. The risk of being caught heightened every sensation. Her hands knotted in the back of his shirt, feeling the taut muscles as they bunched and moved.

“Well, that’s hot.”

A tremor shot through her, and her eyes popped open. She hadn’t even heard Kristi walking down the steps.

Saint didn’t pull away, holding Riley steady until he was done tasting her. She gulped down air when he let her, blinking as she tried to figure out why she was even dizzier now that she knew Kristi had seen them.

Exciting indeed.

Kristi stood at the bottom of the stairs, and Riley couldn’t read the expression on her face. Saint slowly unknotted his fingers from her hair and shifted in front of her. Riley’s lips tingled, throbbing with her heartbeat.

“Enjoy the show?” he asked, shoulders rigid, hands loose. A savage grin lit Kristi’s face as she stalked closer to them.

“More than you know,” she said and nodded to Riley. “You ready? Aaron said he’d give us a ride home.”

Saint didn’t move.

The tension snapped tight between the two of them, picking up where it’d left off from earlier.

Riley couldn’t see Saint’s face with his back to her, but Kristi’s eyes matched the harsh blue of a cloudless sky as she threw her shoulders back with a cruel smile.

Riley’s chest began to pull apart. She dug her fingernails into the wood.

She wasn’t doing this again. She refused to be caught in the middle between two equal and opposing forces. Kristi was her friend. Saint was not.

“I need to talk to you before you go.” Riley addressed Kristi, and Saint’s shoulders eased a fraction.

Her irritation tightened her scalp as a look of surprise crossed Kristi’s face.

She slid off the work bench, pulling Saint’s shirt back around her shoulders and making sure it covered the undone button of her jeans. She ignored the heat in her cheeks.

Saint leaned against the work bench, arms folded across his chest.

Kristi met her in the middle of the floor. “You’re staying here?”

Riley searched her eyes. “Yeah.” What the hell was that earlier?