I revved the engine once before peeling out of the parking lot, the wind whipping my hair as I accelerated.Rocky pulled up beside me.I couldn’t help my smile.Riding like this always made me feel free.More than anything else in life.
Except for when I’d lain naked, sated, and protected in Rocky’s arms.
We rode together through the empty streets, me leading, him close behind.I’d meant for this to be an interrogation, a test, but the second his lips touched mine, I stopped caring about the Copperheads or the club or anything else but the way he made me feel.
Maybe I was reckless.Maybe I was an idiot.Hell, I knew without a doubt I qualified for both those designations, but Rocky had a pull, drawing me to him like a magnet.But, hey.At least I was honest.
When we reached his building, we parked and hurried inside.Rocky had my hand firmly in his grip as we took the stairs inside the foyer.Once inside his apartment, he shut the door behind us, threw the deadbolt, and looked at me.The heat in his gaze made my knees go weak, cliche as it sounds.I knew I should play it cool, stretch this out until I got what I wanted, but the second he reached for me, my resolve crumpled like tissue paper.
Rocky found my mouth with his, his kiss hungry and demanding.He pressed me against the door, one palm braced beside my head while his other hand curved around my waist, not restraining but holding me still while he kissed me.I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers threading gently through his hair, drawing him closer.
“Missed this,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and hungry.“Never tasted anything sweeter.”
“Missed your kiss too,” I heard myself say, then bit his lip to cover it up.
He growled.A real, feral sound that sent a shock straight to my clit.He lifted me, spinning us until my ass landed on the narrow table next to the door.I spread my legs and he stepped between them before pulling me closer to the edge so I felt his cock pressed against me through our jeans.
Before I could lose myself, Rocky pressed his forehead to mine and held me.My breath came in ragged gasps, mirrored by his own deep respiration.
“Why’d you stop?”My voice sounded suspiciously like a whimper.Had I not already known I was in over my head, I knew it now.If Rocky kept kissing me, I’d do whatever he wanted.Pay any price.And I couldn’t afford to lose myself like that.Betraying Ghost would kill something inside me.I’d probably already gone too far, but at least this way I could keep the club out of my mess.Once I at least had some of my questions answered, I could take the information to Ghost and he could let the club do a more thorough investigation.But not until I knew for sure the situation needed to be escalated.I wanted there to be nothing to find, but was under no illusion I could spot any deception he didn’t want me seeing.
“I’m not fuckin’ you next to the door,” he growled.“In fact, I ain’t fuckin’ you at all.Not this time.”I opened my mouth to question him, but Rocky simply kissed me until I forgot what I was going to say.While there was an abundance of hunger and raw, urgent need in his kiss, Rocky didn’t dominate me like he had before.He was still very much in charge, but he seemed to be coaxing and teasing more than taking this time.Hard to tell, really, when my head spun from the pleasure he built effortlessly inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct.With a grunt, Rocky grabbed my ass as he lifted me and moved to the bedroom.
When he set me on my feet, he shoved my jacket from my shoulders, then found the hem of my shirt.He pulled it over my head in one fluid motion, then tossed it aside.I tugged at his jacket, wanting him skin to skin, and he obliged, stripping it off and letting it fall to the floor before peeling off his shirt to join mine on the floor.
I couldn’t stop touching him.My hands roamed his arms, his shoulders.I wanted to map every inch, memorize every scar and tattoo, like if I learned his body well enough I’d understand the rest of him.He bit my neck, hard enough to make me gasp, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
For a second, we just stared at each other.His gaze devoured me.His own body was lean but heavy with muscle, scarred in a way that made him look dangerous and invincible.
He lifted me again and placed me gently onto the mattress, following me down to cover my body with his.Though we were still clothed from the waist down, he rocked against me, mimicking the act I craved with every fiber of my being.
I reached for the front clasp of my bra and flicked it open.The lacy material fell away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” he said, voice low and rough.I rolled my eyes, but secretly I loved hearing it.
He leaned down and suckled my right nipple into his mouth, the scrape of his teeth making me gasp.The room spun around me as he teased and tormented my hardened nub, sending shivers up my spine.I ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him, but he pulled back before I thought I could take it no more.
Rocky moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I arched into him.My hips rocked against his, seeking friction, seeking relief from the heat building between my legs and making my clit pulse.I felt dizzy with want.
"Rocky," I gasped, as his mouth trailed down my stomach."Please."
He looked up, his eyes dark with desire."Please what?"His voice had that edge I remembered, commanding and rough.
"Touch me," I breathed."I need you to touch me."
His hands found the button of my jeans, popping it open with practiced ease.He slid the zipper down agonizingly slow, his eyes never leaving mine.When he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged, I lifted my hips to help him.
"You ever think about this?"he asked as he dragged my jeans down my legs."About me fuckin’ you again?"
"Yes."The admission came easier than I thought it would."More than I probably should have."
A satisfied smirk crossed his face."Good."
He unlaced my boots and tugged them off before removing my socks and jeans.He ran his hands up my thighs, his touch feather-light.Teasing.I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin.When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, he traced the lace with maddening slowness.
"These are nice," he said, his thumb brushing over the silky fabric.“But I want them off you.”
