“Because,” Johnny began. “I jerk off thinking of you, the way your mouth wrapped around me and the way you looked as you rode me or while I took you from behind. So I know if I’m thinking of it, you are too. And if I had to guess, you haven’t had anyone else since.” I was speechless. Did he just admit to jerking off to me? I thought of how many times in the last few weeks I’d thought of him as I . . .

The image of him pressed against Stephanie infiltrated my thoughts. “Oh, so I’m some miserable wretch who can’t get any while you’re a playboy that has women lined up for your bed? You are an asshole. You don’t need to do me any favors.”

I turned to walk back into the bar when Johnny stepped in front of me again. “You want me. I want you. So let’s stop playing this I-fucking-hate-you game and go back to your place.”

“Maybe I do hate you,” I said, my voice a little softer than it had been before.

He snorted. “You hate me not being inside you, and I hate not being inside you, too. So let’s cut the shit.”

“What about Stephanie?” I couldn’t let it go, but he was making my resolve waiver. Or maybe it was my lady bits doing that. Damn them again.

He ran his hand through his hair. “I came here tonight to get laid, absolutely. But only because I can’t get you out of my head.”

Silence stretched between us like the aftermath of a bomb that had just gone off. His statement took all of the wind out of my sails, or in this case, the bitch out of the woman. I thought back to him lying in my bed, my head resting on his hard chest and his arms wrapped around me.

“Bex,” Johnny said, the dick edge to his voice gone. He lifted my chin so I was looking at him. I saw his throat working, and I wondered what he was fighting against. “Do you have your car?”

That wasn’t at all what I thought he was going to say. “No, I came with Beau.”

He nodded to the motorcycle at the curb and my throat dried out. Of course, he would have a motorcycle, and a sweet one at that. “That’s mine, but I can’t drive. I’ve had too much to drink.”

Before I could stop my mouth from opening, I heard myself saying, “I can drive it.”

His eyebrows lifted. “You can?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What, you think a chick can’t drive a motorcycle? I used to have one, but I sold it to get my guitar a few years ago.”

He looked at his bike and then back to me. “That’s hot.”

“What is?”

“That you can drive a motorcycle. I can’t wait to see you on it.”

“What makes you think I’m getting on it?”

“Because we’re going back to your place. So tell Beau and Natalie you’re leaving.”

The urge to tell him where to shove his demands rose up in my chest, but I tapered it down because I wanted nothing more than to get naked and sweaty with him tonight. It was exactly what I needed.

I took the helmet off and shook my head, knowing my hair was probably matted. The thirty-minute drive to my apartment had done nothing to calm down my raging libido. It didn’t help that Johnny had kept his hands on my upper thighs, his thumbs stroking me almost where I wanted him to be the entire time. His muscular chest had been pressed up against mine as I roared down the road, the feeling of the wind whipping around both of us intoxicating. I made a mental note to get another bike when I got back from tour. I missed it.

Johnny stepped off behind me, grabbing me as I turned to walk inside. “That was hot, Bex. You turned me the hell on. I could barely sit behind you without forcing you to stop on the side of the road so I could give you what we both want. You can drive my motorcycle anytime as long as I’m the one holding on to you from behind. Right now, I want to start our night out here.”

My eyes widened at his honesty. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone outside. “You want to do what, Johnny?”

His hand unbuttoned my jeans before I could even register what he was doing, and he slid his hand inside my pants. “Ahh . . . yeah . . .” He slid a finger inside of me, brushing his thumb over my sensitive nub. “Just what I knew I’d find. Soaking fucking wet for me, Bex. You want me just as bad as I want you.”

Two could play at this game. I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside, my fingers finding the soft steel of his erection. He hissed as I stroked him, both of us looking each other in the eyes. He leaned me carefully against the bike as he added another finger, making me throw my head back.

“You like that, don’t you, baby,” he said into my ear. I tensed, that damn word ‘baby’ threatening to take me out of the oblivion I was in. But when he added another finger and took my mouth with his, I forgot how to think at all.

I pumped him faster, wanting nothing more than to bend over his bike and let him fuck me right here, right now. Neighbors be damned. Johnny sucked my tongue into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue and fingers at the same time. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed himself harder into my hand.

“I want to bend you over that bike and pull your pants down,” Johnny said into my mouth, reading my mind. “And give you every inch of what you want. Because that’s what you want, right? You want this inside you, right here, right now.”

I nodded, trying to get words to form. He removed his fingers and sucked them one by one into his mouth as I continued to jerk him with my hand. “Take me inside your place, Bex.” His voice was low, serious.

He didn’t even bother buttoning his pants back up as we hurried to the second floor. I swung open the door, and he slammed it closed behind him. He grabbed me and ripped my shirt off and then my bra, wasting no time in getting right to what he wanted. That was okay because I wanted it just as bad. Thank God Natalie and Beau were still at the bar.

I shoved my pants down my hips and kicked them off while he did the same. Then he did that guy thing where he grabbed his shirt and pulled it from the back and over his head. I had to stop for just a second and take in just what a beautiful specimen of a man he was. Broad, sculpted shoulders led to amazing biceps and forearms. His chest was impeccable, as was his eight pack abs that led down to a vee of muscle that I’d run my tongue down the last time we’d been together. This time, I wanted to study his tattoos some more. He had them across his chest and arms and one just below his belly button. As he shoved his boxer briefs off, my eyes fixated on the large girth of him.

“You gonna stare at me or we gonna get down to business,” he teased. I lifted my eyes to his.

“Like you don’t check me out,” I said, lifting my breasts in my hands. His eyes widened as I let go and trailed my hands down further.

“Mine,” he said, stepping up and grabbing my hands before they got to their target. He lifted me and carried me to my room. I had no idea how he knew which room was the bedroom, but he found it quickly.

He laid me down on the bed and nudged my legs apart. “I’m going to bury myself in this sweet pussy, Bex. What was our record last time? Seven?”

He didn’t have to ask me what he was talking about. “Yup.”

Johnny grinned against my inner thighs. “I say we go for double digits tonight.”

My eyes widened, and my legs quivered as he took his tongue and stroked me inside and out. “Ten?”

“Can you handle it? I think you can.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as he lifted my hips and dove in, his scruff scraping against my thighs as his tongue and fingers worked together to send me over the edge in record time.

“Johnny,” I called out, my hands gripping his hair for dear life. I was probably hurting him, but I didn’t care. “More, Johnny. More.”

He lifted his head and rolled over, pulling me with him, so I was straddling his waist. “What do you want, Bex? Tell me, baby.”