She tore her mouth from his. Her hands were on his shoulders. Clinging on for dear life. “Wow.” Her eyes were wide and stunned as they searched his. “Did you feel that?”
Uh, did she feel the giant dick shoving against her?
“It’s like my whole body just caught on fire.” She laughed, delighted. “That has never, ever happened to me before.” A decisive nod. “I want to do it again.”
So did he.
Their mouths collided. Open. Hot. Fierce. Her tongue slid against his. Her moans urged him on. She was rubbing her body against his. Those round, lush breasts pushed against his chest as he held her in a tight grip.
There wasn’t anything controlled or muted about their kiss. It was pure fire. An explosion. And he’d never, ever had a reaction so intense to a kiss in his entire life.
She broke away a second time. “Wow.” A heaving breath.
She’d said that before.
Her bright blue gaze pinned him. “Please tell me that you feel the same way. Because if I’m the only one feeling like the whole world is realigning, then that is just going to be awkward.”
Her honesty floored him. The woman was staring straight into his eyes.
The whole world is realigning…
No, no, he could not afford for his world to realign. He had plans. Schemes. Hell to wreck on his enemies. One kiss—two kisses would not change anything for him.
Would not.
Her legs slowly lowered. Her gaze stayed on his. Cass wasn’t sure he’d ever seen blue eyes quite her shade before. Those blue eyes of hers were currently filled with stark need and lust as her hands continued to grip his shoulders.
Her lips were plump and red from his mouth. She licked her lips, and whispered, “Is it about to get awkward? Am I the only one who just ignited?”
Like his giant dick wasn’t answer enough for him. “You do not know me, Agnes.”
Her breath caught. A delighted smile curled her lips. “I love the way you say my name.”
He’d basically growled her name. Snarled it. How could she love that?
“And I do know you.” Her feet were on the floor of his garage again. Those high heels had touched down. Her hands remained on him.
He liked for them to be there.
“You’re Cassius Striker. Big, bad, infamous. You strike fear into the hearts of your enemies. And, ah, you did see what I did there, yes? Striker striking fear.”
Yes, he’d seen it. Her delighted grin made his chest ache.
“Anyway…” She rolled her shoulders. And kept right on touching him. “You lead the Strikers MC. Pretty sure that either your father or your uncle led the motorcycle club before you. But you didn’t just inherit the leader title. You had to work your ass off for it.” Her hands fell away.
He wanted them back on him. Because he wanted it so much, Cass backed up a step.
“I suspect you work your ass off for everything that you want in life.” She reached out and took his right hand in hers.
His brows snapped together.
She lifted his hand up. “Your knuckles are callused and hard.”
Every part of him was hard. But, yeah, he had calluses on his knuckles. The calluses came from pounding the hell out of a heavy punching bag each day.
“Despite the calluses, you might still bruise a bit from all that hitting you were doing to your attacker tonight.” Her fingertips were soft, not callused at all, as they skimmed over his knuckles in the most careful of caresses. “But it’s not like that will be anything new for you, am I right? You did street fighting when you were a teen, then moved your way up to some underground cage fighting. That’s where your reputation for being such a fierce and dangerous predator began. No losses. Ever.”
“I like violence.” Gritted. “That probably means you should keep the hell away from me.”
