Desire: Big Bear Outlaw MC Romance Book 1 Read Free Page B

you doing this, Kyle? ” I asked. “ Really? ”
    I looked into his eyes and waited for an answer. He
looked away and then came back to me.
    “ I don ’ t know. I just wanted to talk to you.... some more. I
think we got off to a bad start. ”
    I shook my head no. “ No, we
didn ’ t, we didn ’ t get off to any start. ”
    “ That ’ s what I mean. ”

    Suddenly, I felt a coldness coming
from him. The expression on his face changed, his eyes grew
narrower, and his lips pursed a bit. The intensity that he
generated penetrated into me, somewhere so deep, I
couldn ’ t excise it. That intensity quickly turned into
fear.
    “ I ’ m sorry that I said that about your club, ” I said and tried to
walk passed him to get closer to my house. His intensity scared me,
and I wished that I hadn ’ t stopped so far
away from home.
    “ I didn ’ t mean it. I don ’ t know anything
about it, ” I added.
    Kyle placed his warm hand on my forearm, sending
shivers up my spine.
    “ No, you don ’ t. But that doesn ’ t matter. The club
isn ’ t what I am, not all I am. ”
     
    I tried to walk past him again, but again he put his
arm on mine.
    “ What are you doing? ” I shrugged it off. “ I have to
go home. ”
    “ I ’ m sorry, Emma, ” Kyle put his arms up. “ I
didn ’ t want to talk about the club again. None of that matters.
I just wanted to …” he let his words trail off.
    I took a few steps passed him and
turned around. “ What? You wanted to what? ”
    “ I don ’ t know, ” he looked down at his shoes. There was no more
malice in his face – was there ever or had I just imagined it?
Instead, the guy who stood before me was vulnerable and
afraid.
    “ I just wanted to see if you maybe wanted to go out with
me? ” he finally said.
    He caught me completely off guard. That was the last
thing I was expecting.
    “ You wanted to ask me out? ”
    “ I am asking you out, ” he said. He didn ’ t look down at his
shoes anymore. Instead, he looked straight at me. His eyes were
challenging mine, not letting me look away with an
answer.
    “ Okay, ” I finally said. “ Yes,
I ’ d
like that. ”
     
    The rest of that night was a blur.
Kyle walked me to my door and stood close, so close that it felt
like we were breathing the same air. I saw the beams of the
moonlight bounce off his loose strands of hair. His face was all in
shadow, making him even more impossible to read. Our time on the
porch lasted on a brief moment – I took a step away from him, and he
took a step back. I wanted to feel the touch of his hand on mine
again, but something held me back. When he walked out of the
shadows of my porch and into my yard, the floodlight illuminated
his face, and I saw his smile.
    “ I ’ ll call you, ” he said.
    I realized that he
didn ’ t have my number. In a daze, I scrambled for a piece of
paper and a pencil. But then I remembered that I had cleaned my
purse earlier that night and taken out all loose pieces of papers,
gum wrappers, and receipts. Now, I wanted to scream at that stupid
girl who thought that a clean purse was better than a messy
one.
     
    “ I got it, ” Kyle said, pulling out a pen from his pocket.
His voice was a little too loud and, for a moment, I thought that I
heard my dad in the house.
    “ I don ’ t have any paper, ” I whispered.
    “ Don ’ t need any, ” he said, extending his arm. “ Lay it on
me. ” He wrote my number on the back of his hand and flashed a
smile.
     
     
    When I crawled into my bed that
night, I stared at the ceiling for a long time, trying not to fall
asleep. I needed time to process everything that happened that
night. I was not the kind of girl who did things on impulse. I
rarely listened to my intuition, and to tell the truth, I
didn ’ t believe in intuition.
    My grandmother, the one person who
I was closest to growing up, the woman who I thought of as my real
mother, lived on intuition. She used to say that intuition was all
we had and the