I whimper into his mouth, my tongue frantic against his as his strong hands sliding down to grip my waist and hoist me up onto his bike’s seat. My arms slide up, wrapping around his neck,pulling him to me as he steps between my legs, his erection clear when he presses it against my already wet panties.
Our kissing deepens, his hand sliding down from my waist to my thigh.
My pulse quickens.
I should stop this.
It goes againsteveryethical code I stand for.
And the coyotes are one hundred percent circling us.
And that only adds to the danger of this moment—the danger of being ripped apart by ravenous animals, and the danger of being ripped apart by the biker I am trying to take down.
But in this moment, here, with Sin, all I want, all I need, is for his hands to touch me.
As the coyotes howl, yipping in their excitement of hunting their prey, I move my fingers from his hair and edge my hand down, sliding it on top of his, then ease his hand up my skirt. A low growl resonates from deep within his chest. His tongue continues to dance with mine as he pushes aside my panties, seeking entrance.
My hips rock on their own, desperate for him to touch me. I can’t stop the whimper that escapes into his mouth when his calloused finger finally reaches my clit. The feeling is so intense I break our kiss, my head lolling back as I gasp. “Oh God,” I moan out the words.
Sin’s lips instantly move to my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he roughly kisses along my goose-bump-pebbled flesh. His finger is working faster against my aching clit. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, wildcat.”
The coyotes howl again, there’s more of them now as my hands grip tightly onto his leather cut, needing to grasp onto something to keep me on the bike, and to stop my fear from overtaking the pleasure. My hips rock in motion with his finger as he works me up. My body waves in an intense heat as I beginto pant, my impending climax coming hard and fast. “Fuck, Sin, I’m close,” I whimper, slamming my lips back to his.
His kiss is hard, almost aggressive, while the pressure on my clit intensifies, sending me into a frenzy. Breaking our kiss, we stay close as I pant against his lips. My legs tremble, and my back arches as the wave threatens to completely drown me. I’m sure my grip on him is going to leave a bruise as I bite my bottom lip, the adrenaline about to surge. My muscles tense, I clench my eyes tight, the lights begin to flash, and my breathing hitches when the pleasure starts to crash over me. “Shit, Sin!” I whimper, but before I can completely climax, Sin drops his hand from between my legs, stepping back, breaking our intense moment as the coyotes yip in a frenzy somewhere far too close.
“Let’s go,” he states, his voice suddenly cold. “We’ve got a long ride back.”
I blink, panting for frantic breaths. The moment is shattered as I furrow my brow at him in utter, unsatisfied disbelief. “Are youserious?”I snap.
His nostrils flare before he leans forward, pulling my skirt down to cover me. “I told you I wasn’t a nice guy, Elizabeth. Now shift back so I can jump on.”
Biting my bottom lip once again, but this time to stop myself from launching a tirade of abuse at him, I simply nod.
I should have known.
I came into this with the understanding that Sin is the president of the Las Vegas Defiance MC, knowing that he’s hiding what happened to my brother.
I knew he’snota good guy.
That he probably puts on a façade.
And I just fell for it—hook, line, and sinker—putting my job on the line.
What a stupid, idiotic thing to do.
I willneverfall for that again.
Sliding onto the back of his bike, my emotions swirl in a mess of confusion and something I’m not ready to name.
He’s just proved to me the man he is.
And why they call him Sin.
And now I’m a sinner right alongside him.
He throws his leg over, moving in front of me, and I wrap my arms around him again. My grip is a little tighter this time as I try to figure out the shift in his mood.
Maybe I read him all wrong.
