I don’t let her finish. I grab her arm, spin her around, and use my other hand to palm the back of her head and pull her lips to mine.
I hold her tight to me as she struggles for a second. Her mouth opens in protest, and my tongue slips in. I grab her around the waist with my other arm and pull her flush against me. Her arms are between us, and she uses them to push me back, but I just pull her closer. Her fingers turn into claws to dig into my chest.
But then her fight dies. Her claws flatten, and the pads of her fingers press into me. Her mouth responds. Her tongue, tentative at first, glides against my own. The hand on her neck starts to massage the base of her hairline while I rub my other thumb over the small bit of skin that was revealed at her waist when I pulled her into my arms.
She fits perfectly. I knew she would. And her taste? Fucking unimaginable. Like forbidden fruit and sweetness. Peaches and cream.
And when she moans? If she didn’t feel my dick against her before, she sure as hell does now. No way to hide what that noise from her does to me.
Knock knock.
“Boss lady, your next appointment is here.”
She pulls away, panting. I let her go because I know now isn’t the time to force this.
I had a taste. A sample.
But so did she.
I hold her stare as she looks at me with wide eyes as if she’s never seen me before. Maybe she hasn’t. Not like this. Not with desire and want clear in my gaze.
She licks her lips, and her eyes dip to my cock. Seeing it still straining to get to her, she snaps them back up to mine.
“Um, keep up the stretches.” She grips the handle of the door behind her and pulls it open, then practically runs out.
I smile as she goes. She might not know it, but Ruby just made the biggest mistake of her life.
Not running from me. Oh no. I knew she’d do that.
But she didn’t tell me to stop.
And I don’tplan to.
Chapter 20—Ruby
“It’s just a normal day. Completely normal.”
But it’s not. How can it be? I still feel Kooper against my lips. The ghost of his hands is still imprinted on me. Everything about this morning is on repeat in my head.
And I hate it. Hate it all.
How dare he kiss me! How dare I let him? And no, I didn’t moan. I didn’t respond. I just… I just…
Fuck.I bang my head against the steering wheel.
Ididkiss him. I responded.
And fucking hell, I enjoyed it.
But I shouldn’t. I can’t. Not just because of Dad, but because of everything else. He’s club. I don’t mess with club. Sure, Dad’s dead, but I should honor his wishes. Right?
“Ugh.” Stupid Kooper. Had to go and make things complicated.
Him getting a boner when I worked on his hip? Shocking. Totally unexpected. That first day, I ran out like I’ve never seen a dick before. A freaking schoolgirl action. But the more I thought on it, the more it made sense. The guy’s a biker. A freaking Hound. They have vamps at their place all the time. He’s probably still either suffering from morning wood or just used to getting hard when a woman gets close to his dick. Just a physical response, not the want or desire.
No way he wanted me. No way did he see me as anything but a female who was so close to his dick that he’d get a hand job from her.
Or that’s what I thought.
