Wanted by the Devil (2 page)

             
Finally the trucker got up and left, putting a few bucks on the counter. Kaylie put the money into the register, pocketed the tip (35 cents) and ran a rag over the spot where the coffee cup had been. Charlie had already put the cup and saucer in the dishwasher so they were out of there in two minutes flat.

             
She waved goodbye to Charlie and stepped onto the sidewalk, pulling her old wooly cardigan closed in the front to keep warm. It might be June, but it still got cold at night sometimes. It was eerily quiet too, making her look around for her usual motorcycle escort. They were nowhere to be seen at the moment.

             
She sighed and stepped out onto the sidewalk, turning the corner off the main road.

             
"Need a ride?"

             
Kaylie stopped dead in her tracks. Leaning against his bike was a very handsome, very clean shaven, very wrapped in leather and tight jeans Devlin McRae.

Her
heart stopped. She stood there dumbfounded before she remembered to take a breath. Inhale. Exhale. In and out. In and out…

Had
he been waiting for her?

             
"Hi."

             
He grinned and looked up at her from under that lock of blond hair that always seemed to be falling just so over one eye. Her stomach dropped nervously at the come hither look in his green eyes.

             
Bedroom eyes. So that's what that meant.

             
He had definitely been waiting for her.

             
"Hi."

             
She swallowed nervously, wishing she had drank a cup of coffee after all. Maybe she'd be quick witted instead of standing there like a dullard when the most beautiful, and by far the most dangerous man she'd ever laid eyes on was - what? Asking her out?

             
No. Not out. He was offering her a ride. That was it. No big deal, right?

             
It felt like a very big deal. Too big a deal for her to say anything clever certainly.

             
He didn't seem put off by her silence though. He just held out his hand. There was a helmet in his other hand. For her.

             
"Don't worry, I'll go slow."

             
She could have sworn there was something sensual in his smirk as she saw herself putting her hand into his. He wasn't just talking about the bike. He was talking about… other things. She stared up at him as he slid the helmet over her head, locking the chin strap into place. He ran his thumb over her cheek as she blinked up at him, completely under his spell.

             
Snap out of it girl!

             
Before she knew it she was behind him, her legs straddling the bike, with her skirt pushed up her thighs. Her arms wrapped tentatively around his taught midriff. Even through the worn leather jacket she could feel his muscles. He had a lot of muscles.

             
"Hold on."

             
She tightened her grip as he revved the motor and took off. Her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and suddenly she could smell him. He smelled like oil, leather and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But overall he smelled masculine. Very, very masculine. The rumbling of the bike underneath her felt odd, making her all tingly inside.

             
Had she been cold before? Because suddenly she was burning up.

**********

              They rode around the outskirts of town before he headed back toward her house, clearly taking the long way. He pulled over a few blocks from home and turned the bike off. He turned his head and glanced at her over his shoulder.

             
"Do you need to go right home?"

             
She shook her head 'no.' Even though she knew her mother would worry if she took too long. Even though she had no idea what Devlin wanted, or anything about him really.

             
That wasn't exactly true though was it? She did know. She knew he wanted her and she knew he was protective. And tough. But he was always sweet to her. That's all that mattered, right?

             
Besides, nothing on God's green earth would keep her from going with him tonight. He could have taken her to the moon and she wouldn’t have said a peep. The little voice in the back of her head reminded her this was beyond foolish but she ignored it. She knew instinctively that he wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically anyway. Protecting her heart was another matter altogether.

             
He picked up speed as he turned up the mountain road. Recognition set it, along with a renewed feeling of nervousness. He was taking her to the overlook. He must be. That was the only thing up there.

             
Lovers lane.

             
Her heart was thudding in her chest as they climbed the sharp curves that led to the infamous make out spot. He took the steep road with ease and confidence. She felt completely safe on the back of his bike. What she was worried about was what would happen when they stopped…

             
Would he kiss her? Would he want more? It was obvious he liked her. At this point there was no point in lying to herself about that. She liked him too. No, she
wanted
him. She had for a long time.

             
Now that she had him though, she had no idea what to do with him.

             
They pulled into the clearing and suddenly the kickstand was down and he was helping her off the bike. There was a knowing look in his eyes when he took off her helmet. He could probably see her blushing! But no- it was dark here. The thought gave her a small measure of comfort. He took her hand and led her over to the rocks overlooking the valley. You could see two counties from up here.

             
Kaylie watched nervously as he walked unerringly toward a large flat rock and guided her onto it. He sat beside her and stared out at the view. She decided to do the same thing and caught her breath in wonder.

             
"It's beautiful…"

             
He looked at her with a hint of surprise.

             
"You’ve never been up here before?"

             
She shook her head shyly.

             
"No. I mean, not at night."

             
That made him grin for some reason. Oh. Of course. He could probably tell how ignorant she was about… well everything. She felt ridiculous sitting beside the sexiest man in town like a nun. She realized she was sitting on her hands and yanked them up and into her lap.

             
He put his arm around her and pulled her against his side. And then… nothing. He just sat there. He was wearing fingerless gloves that scratched her skin when he started to stroke her arm. Her sweater had slid off her shoulder and he was- oh!

Tingles
shot through her body from the place where his fingertips brushed her, making lazy circles. With a shock she realized her nipples were getting hard. There was a warm feeling was growing between her legs.

             
The sensation was unfamiliar to her, strange and exciting. But she knew instinctively what it was. It was desire.

             
He pulled her in for a kiss, somehow sensing the exact moment that the tides had tipped in his favor. The urge to be close to him was finally overwhelming her nerves. Her lips parted slightly under the pressure of his. He had surprisingly soft lips for a man. Not that she'd ever kissed a man before. A boy, yes. But this was a different matter entirely.

**********

              Devlin inhaled the scent of the innocent young beauty in his arms. She tasted so sweet, fresh and clean and… chocolatey.

             
"Hmmmm… you taste good."

             
He lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were still closed and a dreamy expression was on her face. He liked it even better than the blush she'd worn when they first arrived. She didn't know it, but he had excellent night vision.

             
He lowered his head again, before she could come to her senses and wonder why a nice girl like her was kissing the head of the most notorious Motorcycle Club in the county. Hell, the SOS were feared statewide. He grinned and slid his tongue along the soft pink lips, urging her to open her mouth. When she finally did, he eased his tongue inside, twirling it against hers. She let out a startled gasp before settling down again and letting him work his magic on her.

             
It was clear she hadn't been kissed much. He grinned into her mouth. Instead of turning him off it inflamed him more than he could have imagined. He liked her innocence. He liked it
a lot
.

             
Of course, he was the one who made it clear to all the young men in town that she was off limits. That was nearly two years ago, and clearly whatever experience she'd had at that point was halted in it's tracks. Once he'd put his claim on her, no one had dared to approach her. He suspected they had barely looked at her in all that time. Safer that way. Better than looking, and wanting… he was the one who'd had to watch her grow up and blossom into the beauty in his arms. He was the one who had been forced to wait.

             
He pulled her closer, resting his hands firmly on her hips. He resisted the urge to squeeze her round bottom or slide his hand up to her breasts. If she was any of the other women he'd bedded over the years, they'd be undressed and underneath him already. But he'd waited this long for Kaylie, and he could wait a bit longer.

             
Not
too
much longer though. The bulge in his pants was already becoming uncomfortable. Better to stop for now. They had time. If he had his way about it, she'd be available to him every night from here on out.

             
Forever.

             
He gritted his teeth and lifted his head. He'd stopped sleeping with the girls who hung around the club a few weeks ago, knowing that it was almost time to make his move with her. She was the sort of woman that you didn't mind giving up cheap thrills for. Besides, he had a feeling there were plenty of thrills ahead. For both of them.

             
"I better take you home now. Don't want to worry mama."

**********

              She nodded, ashamed to admit to herself that she didn't want to leave. Didn't want him to stop kissing her, touching her, maybe even more. She'd forgotten completely about the time. She glanced at her watch and gasped. He was right. Her mom
was
going to be worried. Normally she'd be home by now. No, an hour ago. Dang.

             
He helped her onto the bike, fixing the helmet into place again. Then he swung on gracefully and kicked the throttle. She wondered how many times he'd done that. Thousands probably. He made it look so easy, like a panther leaping into a tree. Every move he made was clean and spare, without any added flourishes. She rested her cheek against the leather of his jacket, inhaling deeply. Her relief was palpable. He hadn't pushed her to stay out or go further than she wanted to. In fact, if anything, he'd left her wanting more.

             
They pulled up to her house, making her realize that he knew where she lived. Of course he did. He'd been having her followed, hadn't he? She bit her lip as he lifted her off the bike and undid the strap of her helmet for her. He ran his thumb over her lip this time, his eyes hooded with desire.

             
She closed her eyes, hoping he would kiss her again.

             
"Hi Devlin."

             
Kaylie jumped at her mothers voice but Devlin didn't move. She peeked up at her mother and was surprised to see a placid look on her face as she smiled benignly at the man who'd driven her home on his motorcycle.

             
"Good evening Mrs. Thomas."

             
He grinned and winked at Kaylie's shocked expression. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss by her ear.

             
"You didn't think I was going to take you riding without asking permission did you?"

             
Her mouth was open as he climbed back on his bike and rode away.

             
Her mother gestured her inside with a knowing grin.

             
"What did he-"

             
"What did he ask me?"