Page 35 of Misadventures And Ms. Demeanor

"Wait. Stop." I said against his lips. He moved to my jaw line with little nibbles and I swear I didn't intend for my head to tilt back to give him access to my neck and that deliciously sensitive spot behind my ear. "JT, we shouldn't be doing this."

"Why?" he murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste my pulse point.

"Because you're looking for the girl next door and I'm looking for...I don't know." I couldn't think straight when he fanned his breath along the shell of my ear and the sensation beelined straight for my hoohah.

"You're pushing me away now, aren't you, before you can feel anything." He didn't stop his attentions, thank God.

"I'm feeling an awful lot right now."

"Me, too."

Yeah, I felt a whole heck of a lot against my hip.

I grabbed the sides of his head, his hair silky beneath my palms and pulled his head back. JT's eyes were half-lidded with desire, a little frown marring his brow.

"We don't even like each other," I said.

"I'm liking you more by the minute."

"JT." I sighed. "You tased me."

"You punched me in the face." It was his turn to sigh. "Jesus, Daphne, I'm just starting to think you're not so bad after all."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why? Because I've got men falling over themselves to have me and you want to be first?"

He stepped back and I let my hands fall to my sides. "That's pretty low. I've done nothing but protect you from those lunatic fans. I'd say I'm getting quite possessive of you. Do I want you for myself instead of letting any one of those guys have you? Hell yes."

"I'll be leaving again as soon as my next assignment comes in."

"You mean run away. Look, you're starting to like me and you don't like it."

"I barely followed that," I ground out. "Going to Sturgis and forgetting about life in the arms of Sarahisrunning away." I put my hands on my hips.

"I saw a family of four dead from a drunk driver." He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes switching from lust filled to bleak in a heartbeat. "That family was everything I never had and everything I want and now they're dead. If I want to forget for a little while, then so be it."

He stomped to the back of the RV, opened the door to the bedroom. Hissing and meowing had JT slamming the door shut.

"If a family—anormalfamily—is everything you want, then why are you kissing me?"

"Damned if I know."

10

All along interstate ninety, cars and motorcycles passed us, slowing down and staring, then driving on. I drove for this stretch as JT was working his phone which was fine with me because his kiss not only stirred up feelings of lust that had been dormant, but stirred up old emotions too. An orgasm would be nice, a trip down memory lane was not. It didn't take a psychiatrist for me to know I had abandonment issues. My parents had left me when I was five. I could never live up to Aunt Velma since she was larger than life. I never measured up with anyone, never felt like I truly belonged, so I kept everyone at a distance. It was easier, safer that way. With a job that had me traveling all the time, it was easy to keep things simple. If things got tough, I just took the next assignment, the next plane out of Dodge.

But JT had messed all of that up. I missed the plane to Thailand and, using Goldie's line, everything went to hell in a hand basket from there. JT kissed me, Velma praised me, Esther had confidence in me enough to recommend me for a fill-in for the championship in roller derby, which she did not take lightly.Goldie entrusted me with her RV, which when I thought about it, wasn't saying much.

Because of the little taser incident, it had made me start to think about my life and I hated when I did that.

"You're not going to believe this," he muttered, breaking me out of my thoughts. "If you pull up your hash tag on Twitter, it's saying you're riding in a beat-up silver dildo shaped RV that has a horn out the front like a unicorn."

"It's not my hash tag," I replied. "I said it was a metallic pickle. Esther called it a dildo."

"Whatever," he countered. "You can't go incognito in this thing. No wonder everyone's honking at us."

My cell rang from my purse. "Get that, will you?"

JT pulled it out, looked at the screen. "Goldie," he muttered.