Crossing the Line (Sinner and Saint, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Well, I spend my entire life being someone else. Whoever my agent, the studio, the director, the journalist, my parents need me to be. Sometimes I want to be just me.” “Who are you?” She shrugged her shoulders in a quick lift and drop. “I don’t know, but I’d like to find out.” “And you’re going to find out on a one-hundred and seventy-five-horse street bike?” “Very good, X. You know your bikes.” “How long have you been riding?” “Four years. I learned for a movie before the insurance put the kibosh on me doing the stunts. But it was too late. I already loved it.” She patted the gunmetal gray tank. “This was my secret birthday present to myself when I turned eighteen.” “Are you any good?” She grinned. “Hell yeah, I’m good. Do you ride?” “I’ve done my fair share.” “I’ve got another one, if you’re interested,” she nodded toward the bike-shaped tarp in the corner.

BMW 175 horsepower sports bike- need to know which one?

“Can you get my back? I don’t want to ask the crew to do it.” And he would have no problems tossing the lucky guy overboard. “Sure,” he said again. She tossed him the bottle and brushed past him. She hinged forward just a bit against the mattress, and he went from half-mast to rock hard when he caught the rear view. The bottoms, which had been tiny from the front, were minuscule from behind. The rounded curve of her perfect ass cheeks demanded attention under the high cut bikini. “Oh sweet Jesus,” he muttered. Waverly pulled her ponytail over her shoulder. “Problem there, Saint?” Maybe if he closed his eyes, the white hot lust that had electrified his body would start to dissipate. He opened the bottle, squeezed, and with eyes closed rubbed his palms over her shoulders and down her back. The lotion smelled exotic, like oils and spices from the Middle East. Trust the Sinners to not have a spray bottle of Coppertone lying around.

“Xavier!” The panic made her voice sound foreign to her own ears. The wave began to crest inside her. Higher and higher it carried her, threatening her with its promises. “With me, Angel. With me,” Xavier ground out the order.