“Hi,” she says with a shy wave, miles away from the woman who fired off legal jargon in court a couple of hours ago. “I thought we could share a cab so I can update you on the, um, reporting schedule and counseling enrollment. The court date—”
“Do I need to do any of this within the next twenty-four hours?”
Her brows knit prettily as she blinks up at me. “No, but—”
“Then we don’t need to worry about that for now,” I tell her, closing the distance between us.
I know it’s crossing a line, but I find that I don’t care as I lift my hand and caress the smooth skin of her cheek. Her eyes widen at the touch but she makes no move to step away. “You were magnificent in that courtroom. I’m in awe of you, Miss Halloway.” Her eyelids flutter with pleasure and I watch with surprise and amusement as she leans into my calloused fingers like a touch-starved kitten. “You said you would get me out and you did it,” I drawl, rubbing a thumb over her skin. “I should find a way to thank you.”
“You…um, don’t need to,” she says, her voice breathy. “The Rebels hired me and um…they— I mean, Saint already covered the legal fees, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
I don’t know where Saint found this woman, but I’m not surprised that my MC brothers had my back, like they always do. They’re my family. Still, after everything I went through during my first sentencing, I’d had so little hope that I would hold on to my freedom today.
“I wasn’t talking about money,” I say, watching as twin pink spots form on her cheeks.
“What then?”
“I’ll have to think about it.” I drop my hand from her face. I mean, I already have a few ideas, but nothing I’d want to do in public where anyone could see. Just being close to this temptress is enough to send my dick hardening to steel, and I don’t want anyone else to have the privilege of seeing the things I want to do to her sexy body.
Fuck, I should warn her. Show her how dangerous a man like me can get when he gets fixated on something. I ought to get as far from this woman as I can before I get obsessed but…Christ, something tells me it’s already too late for that.
I want her.
On her knees, taking my aching dick between those pink lips, eyes brimming with tears as she takes me deeper into her throat until my cock is wet and ready for her. I imagine the pounding I would give her pussy, taking her fast and hard until this desperate need clawing at my insides is sated. Then I would kiss her slowly, take my time the second time around until she’s sobbing and pleading for release…
“Trigger?”
I don’t realize I’ve been staring at her until she calls my name and snaps me out of my stupor. I shake my head as if to be rid of the lustful thoughts in my head, but it’s hard when the subject of my desire is standing right in front of me, staring up at me with those beautiful green eyes.
I want to make this woman mine.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, Miss Halloway.”
Chapter Three
Maeve
I must be out of my mind.
Since when do I allow clients to touch me, so openly…so intimately? I should’ve swatted his hands away the second he reached up to touch me. The second he crossed the line, I should have stepped back, reminded him of the inappropriateness of the gesture. Heck, I could’ve used it as an excuse to be done with the Rebels, but…I did none of those things.
It’s damn crazy to be acting this way with a man I just met. Even crazier is the disappointment I felt when he pulled his hand away. I was dangerously close to purring like a darn cat and leaning in to nuzzle his hand. Dangerously close to asking him to touch me again.
I’m allowing myself to be seduced by a Steel Rebel. But I can hardly help it. His dark hair with just a touch of silver. His granite jaw. The way those blue eyes watch me, threatening to undo me. Eyes like midnight tides, still but brimming with storm.
I liked feeling his eyes on me in court.
I liked watching surprise and pride settle in his eyes as I defended his freedom, when it’s clear he didn’t have faith in the matter to begin with.
“You were magnificent in that courtroom. I’m in awe of you, Miss Halloway.”
All that while touching me. And the way he said my name? I could listen to that deep voice all day. I wonder what he sounds like in the morning when his voice is all raspy or maybe…after sex.
My heart starts racing as the thought filters into my mind. Sex? I know nothing about sex beyond what I’ve seen on film or read in books. Beyond what I’ve done when it’s just me in the room.
I lift my eyes to the giant standing beside me and imagine those massive hands…not stopping at my face, but touching the rest of me as well. Caressing his way down my neck to my aching tits before moving down the wet, pulsing spot between my legs, and…
Jesus Christ, Maeve, get a grip! People have lost their license for less!
