Torque calls to someone in the hallway and asks them to bring my suitcases to the room. He crouches in front of me and reaches for my hands. “Hey.”
I look up, staring into his chocolatey brown eyes that are full of concern. “I’m okay.”
He nods, but I’m not sure he’s convinced.
“Am I adjusting? Yes. Can I handle it? I believe so. I just need a little time.”
“Take all you need.” He clears his throat, and I can tell he’s trying not to smother me. “What do you need me from me, baby?”
“You’re warmth and assurances that you’re here for me, that I can count on you to protect me even if a rival biker shows up and tries to attack me.”
“Noelle, sweetheart, I’m here for you. You can count on me. I’ll always protect you, darlin’. That’s a fact. And the warmth part? Just say the word. All of me is yours.”
I pull my hand away and lift it to his cheek, placing my palm there. “And if I want you to help me forget what just happened? To clear my mind so I can move beyond it?”
“I have just the thing,” he announces, turning his head to place a kiss on my palm. “Come on.”
Torque leads me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. He faces me, slowly removing his clothes as I do the same. I don’t feel awkward or shy. It’s surprising, but I’m comfortable with him. This feels like a natural conclusion, like all the excitement, attraction, and need are finally reaching their peak.
All we need is each other.
Once we’re both naked, Torque steps into the shower and holds out his palm.
I place my hand in his, and he draws me inside, flush against his body as the heat from the spray begins to warm my chilled skin. A week ago, I never would have imagined that I’d walk into a real-life romance novel. Well, maybe not one like this.
I’m not disappointed. Somehow, this is far superior to anything I could have conjured in my mind.
I guess I found the adventure I’m missing. If anything, it’s sure to help me come up with some interesting storylines for future novels.
Chapter 8 Torque
She’s still in shock, processing that her life was in danger, and it only happened because of her association with me. I keep waiting for her to tell me to fuck off and that I’m not worth dying for or being caught in the middle of a club war. She wouldn’t be wrong. It’s a hell of a thing to put her through, even if it wasn’t really my fault that it happened.
Still, if she had never met me, she wouldn’t have had a gun at her temple. That’s something I can’t forgive. Maybe I should let her go, but I know, as I step into the shower, hold her, and we move under the rainfall shower head, that I won’t be able to do it. I’m already in too deep to walk away now.
“This feels nice,” she murmurs as I reach for a bottle of shampoo and squeeze a hefty amount in my palm.
Noelle has long hair, and I know I’ll need more than I usually use. Without saying a word, I begin to lather the dark strands, massaging her scalp as she moans. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I don’t bother denying the attraction I feel to this woman. She’s fucking gorgeous, after all, but it’s so much more than her generous curves or honey-sweet lips.
I’m falling hard, and I don’t care.
Something inside me settles as I care for her, lathering up a loofah and cleansing her soft skin, taking my time as I gently rub every inch. When I reach between her legs, she parts her thighs without hesitation. I drop the loofah, choosing to use my fingers as I rinse off the soap and use tight, controlled swirls over her clit.
“Torque,” Noelle gasps, gently rocking her hips.
“Yeah, baby. Show me what you need.”
“You. Just you.”
It’s so simple but incredibly satisfying to know she wants me and she’s not afraid to show it. Not even after the day she’s had. I slowly insert two fingers, beginning to pump in and out of her pussy as she grabs my wrist.
“I don’t want to come like this.”
“Then how?” I know as soon as she tells me she wants my cock inside her, I won’t be able to resist.
“Your cock.”
It’s so fucking sexy to hear her sweet voice say such a dirty word. I fucking love it. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do with my cock, baby.”
