Free Manage Me (Toven's Circus #1) by Marlowe Fox Page B

started learning myself. My love for music never changed though, just my ability to enjoy it with my parents. What about you, did you always dream of being a rock god?" Only mocking him a little.
     
    His eyes lock intensely on to mine and a zing of excitement flows through me.  I start to slightly regret my snarkiness when he steps forward into my personal space. The wind kicks up from behind him lacing the cooling air with his spicy scent and a chill races across my skin.
     
    “Cold? I can go get your jacket.” He whispers but I shake my head no, as the chill in the air has nothing to do with the tingle bunnies exploding along my body. With his eyes boring into mine, he leans forward, and his tongue darting out to wet his lips. My breathe catches, my mind goes blank in anticipation as my body erupts in a chaotic buzz.
     
    "So you think I'm a rock god, huh?" His breath is tickling my cheek, my eyes flutter closed, and I lean a bit closer. When my chin is grasped and my lip yanked from my teeth, my eyes snap open. Jaden is laughing right in my face, "No, I wanted to be a WWE wrestler." and I go from buzzing to pissed to amused but this game of his was starting to wear on my nerves.
     
    I step forward into his space locking my eyes on his, relishing when his body goes taught, and his eyes darken with lust. I run the nail of my index finger down the side of his neck, just below his ear, slowly down to his chest. Smiling my best seductive grin, I lift onto my tippy toes, which aligns our lips perfectly.
     
    Jaden sucks in a breath just as my soft bottom lip brushes his, "Hmm spandex, guess you wouldn't look bad in something so tight." Stepping back, I turn to I make my way back to the bike. I’m reaching for my helmet when a hand grabs my arm, spins me around, and lips crash into mine. Heat floods my body and I barely notice I’m being lifted onto the bike. His hands are everywhere at once; in my hair, to my neck, down my bare arms, touching as much of me as he can. While my own have taken it upon themselves to slip under the hem of his shirt to explore the deep ridges of his stomach and chest. His taste is tangy and sweet from the fruit he ate at lunch. I nip at his bottom lip and he uses my hair to yank back my head exposing my neck for him to claim as his. Using everything from the scruff on his jaw, his lips, his tongue, and his teeth to make me wiggle beneath him.
     
    I lean back along the gas tank, bringing my legs up to wrap around him, digging my boots into his ass, tugging him closer. He grinds his hips into my center making me moan. His hot wet mouth makes its way to my clavicle then into the V-neck of my cleavage, his hands now grasping and rubbing at my straining nipples. When he bites down on the soft mound, my breathe gasps out. His hands leave, making their way up my shirt to slip under my bra, when the sound of someone clearing there throat makes him pause. He turns his head, without moving his hands from my shirt, and looks up with a grin at the female waitress from the restaurant.
     
    "Um... sorry to interrupt but, uh...some patrons are complaining about being able to...” She blushes deeply, "uh...see the show." She gestures to us with her hand.
     
    "Whoops, sorry about that. Must have forgotten where we were." He tugs his hands from my shirt as he stands up. The bulge in his pants on full display while he blasts the offended patrons with a megawatt smile and a wave before grabbing my helmet and putting it on my head. He grabs his own, as the waitress disappears with a chuckle, and helps me turn around to my seat before climbing into his own. He starts the bike and we race out of the parking lot. I am only a little embarrassed but extremely grateful that she stopped us when she did. The second his lips hit mine all thought had fled my brain. Nothing else matters but him and we were a long ways from done.
     
    We make our way back towards town. Holding on tight, my hands are crossed and resting just