So I was gonna make the situation crystal clear to her.
I killed the engine and got off the bike. She started to swing her leg off, but I was already moving, catching her by the hips and guiding her down, my hands lingering longer than they needed to. She looked up at me, confused and a little worried, but not scared. Not yet.
“Reeve, what?—”
I cut off her question. “Not here.”
I laced my fingers through hers, then hauled her through the clubhouse doors without another word. The music was low, and a couple of the guys sat around bullshitting over drinks. Kevlar looked up from a pool cue and arched a brow, but he didn’t say anything when he saw my expression.
Tomcat leaned against the far wall near the bar and gave a quiet whistle under his breath. “Looks like someone’s about to lose control.”
I didn’t slow down, just gritted out, “Fuck off.”
He chuckled as we passed him.
I barely registered the others. My only focus was getting Elena up those stairs and into my room before I fucking lost it. She followed, slightly breathless by the time we reached the second floor, but she didn’t resist. Not when I unlocked the door, when I pulled her inside, or when I slammed it shut behind us with a hard, echoing thud.
The second the door latched, I turned.
She stood in front of the door, her eyes bright and hair loose and windblown, tumbling over one shoulder. So fucking beautiful.
Her chest rose and fell fast, in sync with mine as I crowded her back until there was no room left and our bodies were plastered together.
The madness was still there, in my eyes and the thick, hard ridge of my cock that throbbed against her center. But she wasn’t afraid. Her pupil's body was already reacting to the charged air between us.
I needed to say it. To make my claim real.
“You’re mine,” I growled.
Her lips parted. “Reeve.”
I grabbed her chin and tipped her face up until she was looking straight into my eyes. “You’re fucking mine. No one else touches you.”
Then I kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle or teasing. This wasn’t some slow seduction or careful escalation. It was a fucking detonation.
My mouth slammed over hers, and she gasped, giving me the opening I needed to dive in. My tongue swept past her lips, devouring her in every way I could short of tearing off her clothes and fucking her right there against the wall.
She tasted like heat and the vanilla lip balm she always wore. I couldn’t get enough. My hands were on her face, her neck, andthen her hips. I dragged her even closer against me, needing to feel her soft curves pressed to the iron bar of my cock.
She moaned into my mouth, and that soft, desperate sound nearly undid me.
I broke the kiss, breathing hard. My hands flexed on her waist. “Tell me you’re mine, baby.”
Elena’s eyes searched mine, her lips swollen from my kiss, and her breath came out in rapid bursts that matched the pounding of my pulse. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck, I need you,” I growled, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Then take me, Reeve,” she whispered. “Claim me.”
I cupped her jaw again, softer this time but no less intense as I let my thumb brush the edge of her cheekbone. “I need you to understand something, Elena. If you let me have you. From this point on, there’s no going back.”
She nodded, just once.
And I kissed her again like a man obsessed with her perfect lips. I couldn’t get enough.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer like she was trying to fuse our bodies. I pushed one thigh between hers to widen them so she felt the length of my cock grinding against her center. She moaned into my mouth, the sound sweet and broken, her hips rolling against me.
