She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. “I was dropping off food for Grizz. What are you doing here?”
“Got back early from the run.”
She figured. “You must be tired, huh?”
Wraith rolled his shoulders, and she noticed the tension over his features. The runs schedule could be grueling, putting the members on ten-hour rides. Cleo loved the motorcycle, but couldn’t fathom a long ride like that.My ass aches just thinking about it.
“Yeah,” Wraith said, and she could hear the exhaustion in his tone.
“Then why’d you come over here?”
She noticed the bags under his eyes. He was in desperate need of sleep.
“Came to see your place.”
She widened her eyes. It was a losing battle against her smile. This was probably the sweetest gesture. Cleo wouldn’t make a big deal out of no one but Ghost coming by. The club had their priorities, and she wasn’t one of them. And that was okay. She didn’t hold it against anyone, but deep down inside, it stung a bit. This made up for it.
“But you’ve already seen it.”
“Show me again.” His gruff tone sent a tremble over her skin.
Cleo led him to the door and stood off to the side as he entered. When she closed the door and turned, Wraith was standing inches away.
“What do you want to see first?”
He gripped her waist, lifting her to straddle him. “Your bedroom.”
Wraith kissed her, carrying her to her room. She wrapped herarms over his shoulders, feeling a wave of heat shoot straight to her core. He knew the layout, so there was no need for directions.
Cleo knew the second they breached her door when she smelled the candle burning. She should’ve remembered to blow it out when she’d headed to Grizz’s house. But since she hadn’t burned the house down, she was thankful she’d left it. It made for the perfect scene of their first night together in her place. Wraith had been over plenty of times but never stayed. Little did he know, like it or not, she wasn’t letting him leave.
For as much as she enjoyed her own space and freedom, she wanted him there. Not just for a few hours or a night. Cleo wanted forever. She’d planned on talking to him about it.
He licked her neck, dropping her onto the bed and stripping off his shirt.
We’ll talk later.
Cleo watched him undress, first his boots, then his jeans. She’d never considered herself a voyeur but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. When he rested his knee on the bed, she ducked under his arm, scooted off the bed, and stood a few feet away. His gaze darkened, and she read his confusion and possible frustration.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“I want to show you something.”
She slowly lifted her dress off, and it fell to the ground. Cleo had never been one to spend money on fancy underwear and bra sets. What was the point? No one saw them except for her.Until now.
His gaze heated as he flashed over her breasts and down to the V between her legs.
She slid her hands over her bare stomach. “Do you like it?”
“Get your ass over here.” He growled.
I’ll take that as a yes.She hooked her thumbs between the string on her thong and a deep rumble echoed off the walls.
“Leave it on.”
Cleo sauntered over, and he leaned forward, gripping herthighs and pulling her over his lap. They’d been in the same position at the motel.And I like it.
Cleo wiggled her ass and inched closer. There was a patch of silk separating them. He should’ve let her take them off first. It was on the tip of her tongue to say as much, but she stilled, and her heart rate spiked when Wraith skimmed his finger over the thin material. It was the ultimate tease. His mouth spread over her neck, and he ordered, “Put your hands on my knees.”
