Before her sweater even hits the floor, I’m unbuttoning her jeans and sliding down the zipper. I look down at the boots she’s wearing and curse under my breath because those are going to have to come off first.
I drop to my knees, not giving a single fuck about the impact. I’ve already been hit center mass. And I’m not only walking away clean, but I’m also walking away with an Old Lady on my arm.
“Briggs,” Addyson shrieks, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I bury my face against her abdomen, my nose running along the waistband of her jeans where pink satin is peeking out at me. “Say it again,” the words whisper against her skin and I breathe her in.
She smells like toffee and almonds, like a sweet treat I have to sink my teeth into. When my tongue comes out and glides along her skin, Addyson sucks in a breath and her fingers skate along the short hairs at the nape of my neck.
“Briggs,” she moans my name and my eyes roll back in my head. Never has my name sounded so good.
My jaw clenches and I have to pull away from her because I don’t want to come in my jeans and she needs me to take care of her right now. She’s exhausted and the best thing for her is sleep.
“Hold on, Tempest.” When she follows my words and grips my shoulders, I make quick work of her boots and jeans.
Being face to face with my woman’s pink satin covered pussy is the worst and best kind of torture. My eyes snap up and I lock eyes with her brown ones. She’s biting her bottom lip in a way that is probably from amusement but is doing nothing to help how hard I am for her right now.
As I stand, I run the tip of my nose along her torso and then up her neck. I nip at her ear, and she lets out the sexiest fucking sound of need and desire I’ve ever heard.
After taking a small step back, I’m about to pull my shirt down over her body, but Addyson reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra before I can. My jaw hits the fucking floor when the dainty straps fall down her arms, and the satin makes a beautiful puddle on my floor.
Covering her with my shirt feels wrong and right at the same time. It’s a damn shame is what it is but seeing her in my shirt does something to me.
I wait patiently while she washes her face and does her business in the bathroom. When she steps back into the room, her cheeks are a pretty pink and the shy smile she gives me tugs at the feral need I have to keep her safe. Always.
“You’re exhausted, Tempest.” I hold my hand out for her, taking in the way the hem of my shirt dances around her thighs. “My shirt looks good on you,” I rasp the words.
The pretty pink coloring her cheeks deepens and her steps are hesitant as she moves closer to me. “It’s not like I had much of a choice in the attire,” she sasses.
Normally a woman talking back to me—fuck, anyone talking back to me—would have me seeing red. Not with my Tempest. No, she gives me attitude and I find myself smiling.
When she’s close enough, my arm shoots out and hooks her around her waist. I haul her against my chest, and she lets out the prettiest gasp. The sound goes straight to my dick which throbs and presses more intently against the fly of my jeans.
Poor fucker.
I lift her easily, our height difference working to my advantage. Her little feet dangling above the floor has amusement dancing in my woman’s eyes. I’ll take it.
When I lay her down in my bed, I’m damn glad I changed the sheets yesterday and never brought the angels up to my room. Fuck no. When I come in here, it’s the only chance I get to keep the club out. I don’t invite the chaos in here with me.
Not until Addyson.
Her hands grip my shoulders and she whimpers, “Stay?” She swallows hard and I’m momentarily entranced by the way her hair cascades over my sheets. My fucking sheets. Fuck. “Please? I don’t really understand it, but I feel safe with you.”
I kiss her forehead and her eyes slide closed. “I’m not going anywhere.” My words are a vow, sacred and written in blood and the promise of pain for those who have tarnished her peace. “I’m never going anywhere, Addyson.”
She nods and her grip on my shoulders loosens just enough for me to pull back. Her eyes snap open and she watches me, but she doesn’t say anything. It’s like I can see her resolve not to beg.
After checking to make sure my door is locked, I toe off my boots and then tug off my socks. Thankfully, they make it intothe hamper when I toss them. Once my pockets are empty, I let my jeans drop to the floor.
I don’t bother putting those in the hamper. Not when my woman needs me. I stalk toward the bed and slide in behind her.
She relaxes in my arms, a little sigh passing her lips without her even realizing it. The sound is pure contentment and has me tightening my hold on her. It’s like the fiercer my grip, the more she relaxes.
I run my fingers through the ends of her hair while I grunt softly, the feeling of her pressed against me is so damn sweet that it’s scary. But I’ve never been one to run from what scares me. Not from the moment I understood the strength and power of having brothers at your back and family there to pick you up when you can’t do it yourself.
“I didn’t think I was ready for you,” I murmur, the confession tasting sour because I can’t imagine not wanting her in my life now. But I didn’t and I won’t lie about it. “You’re mine now.”
“We’ll see, biker boy,” she breathes out, one side of her mouth twitching and her words laced with impeding sleep.
