But he’s also still holding me like I’m something precious.Still waiting for permission even though I can feel how much he wants this.
“Touch me,” I whisper.“Please.”
Something in him breaks.
His mouth is on mine again, brutal and claiming, and his hands are everywhere, my back, my sides, sliding down to cup my ass and pull me harder against him.I moan into the kiss, my hips moving on their own now, seeking friction, seekinghim.
Then—
A knock on the broken door.
We both freeze.
“Vex,” Blade’s voice, carefully neutral.“Church in ten minutes.Mandatory.”
The moment shatters.
Vex pulls back, his breathing ragged, his eyes still white.He looks at me for a long moment, then carefully, gently, lifts me off his lap and sets me beside him on the bed.
“We’ll finish this conversation later,” he says, his voice rough.
I want to argue.Want to pull him back and make him forget about church, about the club, about everything except us.
But the mark on my shoulder chooses that moment to pulse with cold, a reminder of why I’m here.Why we can’t afford to get distracted.
“Okay,” I say instead.
He stands, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time since I’ve known him, he looks uncertain.Vulnerable.
“Stay here,” he says.“Rest.I’ll be back soon.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me alone in his bed with my body still humming with want and the taste of him on my lips.
And all I can think is:
We’re in so much trouble.
Both of us.
