Riders - The Road To Ruin (I) Read Online Free

and girl go out somewhere and have a good time
together.”
    “Sorry, but I'm way too busy.”
    “Tell me when you're not busy.”
    “My diary's completely full for the next two
years.”
    “ Two fucking years ?”
    “Aha...”
    He scratched his head, grinning at me, like
he really couldn't believe I was turning him down.
    He took his black iPhone out of his back
pocket and placed it in my hand. “C'mon, stop fucking me around,
playing hard to get, gimme your number, babe.”
    I enjoyed the warm feel of it, all
hot-ass-phone.
    “Sorry, but no, you can't have it.” I handed
his cellphone back.
    He stared at me, looking seriously pissed
off as I stood there defiantly with my hands on my hips.
    He must have decided mere words weren't
persuasive enough, he needed to employ his whole mouth and his body
to win me over, because the next moment he moved in on me.
    Did I push him away? No. The resist button
in my brain was instantly deactivated.
    I melted all over him like ice cream on a
hot cake.
    His lips met mine and I heated up rapidly at
his touch, wanting him so very badly. So much so, that I throbbed
and ached inside.
    He drew back and looked into my eyes,
gauging my reaction.
    “Kiss me all night, it won't change a
goddamn thing. I won't go on a date you.”
    “Yes you will,” he breathed into my ear,
confidently. His mouth trailed up and down my neck scorching little
circles of fire. In seconds I tipped into an uncaring needy state
of insanity, my skin searing hot and my breath coming in tortured,
gasping little puffs of air.
    “I don't even like you,” I protested,
feebly.
    With a deep groan, the sound of which sent
me shooting up in flames, he covered my protest with his mouth, and
started to kiss me slowly and thoroughly. My toes curled in
pleasure and everything contracted inside my belly.
    Oh no. Not a slow, killer kiss...
    He dragged my response out of me, with
softly moving lips and a touch of tongue. My head exploded with
desire as he nipped at my mouth and sucked my bottom lip. This guy
could kiss. I mean really kiss.
    With a breathy sigh of pure pleasure, my
arms slipped tightly around his waist.
    His tongue entered my mouth, conquering and
possessing.
    At that moment I wasn't aware of anything in
the world but the feel of him pressed against me and his tongue
stroking mine; the rush of sensations flooding and overpowering me;
the fire burning in my belly and an unholy ache inside my core.
    My stomach and legs turned to liquid.
    It was much too arousing and he was much too
good at it.
    I kissed him back, hard and passionately,
clutching at his hair, messing it up. My other hand slipped to his
ass, as I ground into him, in wild abandon. I was intoxicated by
him, my senses drugged and at his command.
    He broke away abruptly, his breath heavy and
fast.
    His eyes were full of fire, passion and
mischief.
    “So you don't like me huh?”
    His fingers stroked my face softly.
    I was ship wrecked on his shore as I looked
into those eyes.
    The bastard.
    “I was pretending you were someone
else.”
    He snorted at my downright lie. “The fuck
you were...”
    He mouth came down hard on mine and our
tongues began mating with an intensity which shook every nerve
receptor in my body like an earthquake.
    Desire. Intense chemistry. Sexual need.
    All three raged through me uncontrollably.
The blood started to sizzle in my veins as his hands roamed around
the naked skin of my waist, up around my ribcage, skimming the
underside of my breasts.
    Oh my God, I need to feel him, in the same
way, to touch his body.
    I slipped my hands up the back of his
t-shirt, touching the warm softness of skin overlying the muscle
beneath. That seemed to kick things off in a big way, because the
next thing I knew, I was against the wall, his heavy weight was
upon me and his hands were everywhere. He cupped my ass and
squeezed me to him.
    I could feel the hardness of his erection
pressing into my stomach and I wanted it with a craving beyond