Chapter 11

Richie couldn’t believe he was in a damn car park getting hot and heavy with this woman! Fuck anyone would think he had no finesse!

They broke apart, panting and leant forehead to forehead, his arms about her neck, hers about his waist.

‘Damn I think the place combusted?’ He laughed softly into her hair.

Gail nodded, she couldn’t find her voice at all, lord this man could turn her to mush with one hot and steamy kiss, she didn’t stand a chance.

Finally, her voice came back, ‘Rich I need to go home, alone! And as much as I would like to see where this.’ She gestured at them, ‘Is going, I don’t jump into bed, even if you are a rock star!’

‘Damn you don't?’ He laughed down at her, his fingers playing with her hair. ‘Gail darlin, I’m not looking for a one-night stand, I passed that over a decade ago. As much as I’d like to push you and see if you’d give in, I won’t. I don’t work like that.’

‘You sure?’ Then laughed at him.

‘But I will need your phone number and address; I don’t plan on letting you go without being able to contact you again.’ His head bent and started to sip at her lips again, he heard her groan and her hands reaching into his hair and pulling him closer. He couldn’t help himself, he pulled her flush up against him. His hands wound into her hair, not wanting to let her leave.

Gail didn’t know which way was up, he had that wicked mouth on hers and all rational thoughts fled her brain. She noticed as her crushed her to him, he wanted her, oh my god how he wanted her. Her breasts pebbled at the thought of him buried deep within her.  She whimpered in her throat, closing the distance even further, a gnat wouldn’t get between them.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, little noises coming from both of them.

Richie finally came to his senses as he started to reach for her breast, they were in a damn car park, shit! ‘Darlin I think we need to cool it before we get arrested for lewd conduct and nudism.’ He chuckled at the blush sweeping her cheeks, hell he wasn’t joking he just wanted to strip her off and lean her over the bike and fuck her senseless! Jesus Sambora, you need to stop thinking like that, his dick didn’t agree with his brain.

Gail started to search her pockets again, lust and want singing through her veins. Christ, she knew the thoughts she was having weren’t because of who he was, he just pushed every one of her damn buttons. Christ those lips were warm, wet and so bloody soft! And that tongue, she felt her womb quiver with the thought of his using on her. ‘Aw shit, I must have left my keys on the table!’ She really didn’t want to go back in and see Jon again, especially was she’d nearly raped his wingman in the car park!

He registered what she’d said, and remembered he’d got the keys, now where the hell were they? He started to pat his pockets, and then remembered they were in his hands when he’d started kissing Gail. ‘I have them.’

Gail looked up into those chocolate pools, and remembered why she’d done so, ‘Where are they.’

‘No fuckin clue, I started to kiss you and bang they’ve gone!’

‘Shit Sambora you better not have lost them!’ They moved away from one another and started to check the ground.

‘Got em!’ Richie bent down and from the far side of the back wheel pulled out the keys. He handed them to her and she hopped onto the bike, pushing the key in and pressing the button her baby roaring to life.

‘Thanks for a magical night Richie.’ Before she could pop her helmet on he leant over and bussed her lips.

‘Me too darlin, me too.’ She put on the helmet and he told her to drive carefully, she saluted him and took off.

He went back into the restaurant and sat down, Jon giving him a look, ‘Where is she dumbass?’

‘Heading home.’

‘You let her go; you nearly scorched the damn bike kissing her!’ Jon rolled his eyes.

‘Shit you watching again?’

‘I went out to see if she was okay! And there ya were.’ He gave a dirty leer.

‘Well she’s gone.’ Richie looked like someone had broken his favourite guitar.

‘But you are seeing her again? Right?’

‘Yeah cause, I’ve got her cell and her addre……. Shit! She didn’t give me it. How fuckin stupid am I?’ He put his head in his hands, what a moron!

‘Calm down bro, you know where she works; we can get hold of her through them.’ Jon slapped him on the shoulder.

‘You mean where she used to work!’

‘Aw come on she owns the damn place, it won’t be that difficult, trust me!’

Richie gave a derogatory snort, but knew Jon was right, he’d find her again. ‘Frank, we need to talk about you and that job offer!’

Which they did.