Falling For The Biker - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Sierra's POV
I swallowed. I was too aware of Arthur. His blue eyes, a shade so similar to the sky after a storm, were more striking, framed to look even more enchanting by the thick, long, and dark lashes that surrounded it.
I envied it. Mine were stubbornly scanty and pale. With my sleepless nights, it only became worse, hard even for me to look at. My gaze drifted lower, tracing every curve of his face. From his sharp jaw and then it settled on his lips.
Full, sculptured lips that had… well, it had the most beautiful taste. Just once kissing him and I could never forget his taste, the way his lips moved against mine, the raw and shameless pleasure that consumed me at that moment.
My core throbbed, thinking about it. And now, being so close to him, the shameless thought was back again. I could not move, not when he had me locked between the door and his hot body.
He knew what he was doing. I barely had the courage to fight it. I abruptly dropped my gaze to the floor, trying to ignore the heat that pulsed between our bodies.
“Sierra,” his voice was low, drawing my attention back to him.
His fingers held my chin, tilting my chin upwards, forcing me to meet his gaze again. “Look at me,” he said.
I did. His gaze drew me in, holding something intense and something I could not decipher. My stomach fluttered, forcing me to bite my lips, trying to remain grounded.
I could not be forward. I doubted my own body. I loved but hated this feeling. It made me too wild. The thoughts that flooded my mind were too raw. I couldn't and should not.
But then, as if drawn by an invisible force, my eyes flickered down again to those damned lips. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. He leaned closer. The scent of his cologne filled my senses.
His breath was warm against my ear and the words he whispered sent a wave of heat through me. “If you keep doing that…” he paused, leaning even closer to my ear. “I can't stop myself now.”
My lips parted slightly, a gasp escaping before I could stop it. My heart hammered against my chest. His gaze slowly returned to mine, holding something that terrified and thrilled me.
His breath fanned across my face as his lips moved towards mine. I braced myself, my heart racing with my body tingling with anticipation. Then, like a sudden, brutal splash of cold water, Yvonne's words echoed in my mind.
“Stay away from Arthur and I will not make your life here miserable…”
Those words slammed into my mind harshly, shattering the desire that enveloped me. My eyes snapped open. What was I doing? I shook with fear and pushed Arthur off me.
Arthur's expression shifted from intense longing to utter shock. Confusion clouding his blue eyes. “Sierra?” he asked.
“I… I have to go,” I stammered, my voice trembling slightly.
I turned abruptly, fumbling with the doorknob. I was desperate to leave. The room felt suffocating. I needed to put some distance between us. The door flung open, but before I could step through, Arthur gripped my wrist, stopping me.
I was about to lash out, to tell him to just let me leave, but then his next words caught me off guard. “You need to take a bath,” he said, his voice gentle. “And change,” he added, his gaze scanning my outfit.
I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Change into what?”
My dress was undoubtedly rumpled and smelled of stale beer and the chaos of the previous day, but changing here was not possible. “I don't exactly have a spare wardrobe with me,” I added.
A small, mischievous smile spread across his lips. “I can fix that,” he said.
Before I could protest, he led me back to the room. He opened the wardrobe I hadn't noticed before and pulled out a soft gray T-shirt and a pair of dark, comfortable-looking trousers.
“Here,” he said, holding them out to me.
“Arthur, I can't just...” I started, but he cut me off.
“Sierra, be honest. You feel like crap in that dress after last night. This is better than what you have on,” he said, his gaze unwavering.
I could not argue with that, and the thought of peeling the dress off and taking a hot bath was quite appealing. I took the clothes, the soft cotton of the T-shirt feeling surprisingly comfortable in my hands.
He gestured towards a door across from where we stood. “Bathroom's over there. Take your time,” he said.
As I stepped into the small, steamy bathroom, the smell of his shampoo filled the air. After a long, hot shower that washed away the haze of alcohol, I felt human again.
Slipping into his clothes, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The clothes were several sizes too big. The t-shirt hung loosely on me, the fabric soft against my skin, and the trousers rolled up at my ankles were surprisingly comfortable.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Arthur was gone. A note lay on the bedside table, under a lamp.
Waiting for you in the parking lot.
Out of the suite, I realized we were at the resort. The cool air hit my skin, and I hugged my arms, rubbing them. I spotted Arthur beside his sleek, black car, holding a large coat that I could tell was certainly his.
Standing before him, he placed it over my shoulders. He opened the passenger door for me with a smile. “Are we taking the car?” I asked.
Arthur nodded, a playful glint in his eyes. “Or would you prefer the bike?”
He made a move as though to get it, but I rushed into the car. “No, no, the car is perfect,” I said, quickly.
I loved the feel of the smooth leather. The engine hummed to life soon after, and soon we were driving out of the parking lot. The ride was quiet. “You stay at the resort?” I asked, breaking the silence.
He hummed but didn't explain. His fingers around the wheels seemed tighter after, and I knew not to ask more. As we pulled up to the familiar building, I saw Jackson standing on the porch.
He spotted us immediately. Arthur came around to open my door and as we walked towards the house, Jackson's gaze raked over me. His eyes narrowed, taking in all I had on.
His expression morphed from confusion to rage, clenching his fists and jaw. He looked as though he could explode in anger. And beside me?
I could practically feel the smirk forming on Arthur's face.