When he seemed content there was no threat, he pressed me to the wall in the shadows and kissed me hard.
Desperately.
With a fear that terrified me. “Won’t let anyone get to you, Daisy. I won’t. You’re mine. Forever.”
Cash dove back in, pressing me harder to the cool blocks of the building as the heat of him lit an inferno.
He groaned into the anguished kiss, his tongue lapping at mine and his hands framing both sides of my face.
“On the back of my bike, now.”
My head spun, unable to keep up with his commands.
He swung on, a beast at the helm, his entire body vibrating with greed and fury as he kicked it over. He helped me on, my body against his, and he took off into the night.
The powerful engine howled as he flew up the road.
My stomach was in knots. Uncertainty and need. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt over his stomach as I panted into his back.
My entire body quivered with fear. Shivered with the desire that soaked me through. I would have thought the two feelingswould be at odds, but they seemed to perfectly compound on themselves.
Growing into this thriving entity that beat between us.
His own body thrumming violently.
I could feel the crash of it as the wind lashed at our faces and the bike tore up the road.
No one around us.
Just the sound of the motorcycle and the hammer of his heart and the chaos that had been incited back at the club.
Our souls screaming for relief.
Need throbbed in my center, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him.
I could feel the growl roll through him, and the back tire was suddenly skidding as he rammed on the brakes and pulled off the road, turning onto what really wasn’t even a path but a worn area where animals probably passed.
His motorcycle jostled over the uneven terrain as he wound us deeper through the trees. He came to a stop in a clearing.
A grassy knoll dotted with wildflowers.
Trees hedged it on all sides, and moonlight poured down through the opening.
Cash shut off the engine, the man a hurricane as he shifted so he could curl an arm around my waist. He had me pulled around to the front of him in a flash.
Big hands pushed my dress up around my waist, and he gripped hold of my lace underwear and tore it free.
I gasped.
“Cash.”
Shocked.
So turned on I couldn’t see.
“I won’t let anyone get to you. I won’t. You’re mine. He can’t have you.”
Cash mumbled it in his delirium. As if his own fear had left him crazed.
