Then a deafeningclangechoed from somewhere nearby.
The spell broke. I startled and attempted to clamp my legs shut, caught in the act. But Tarzan’s head was there, and he wasn’t finished. When I tried to shove my skirt down, he caught my wrist.
“Sorry!” someone called.
“Teddy,” Tarzan growled. “He was asleep five minutes ago.”
He lifted his head to look at me. I felt a little self-conscious, knowing that his brother was in the other room while I was being eaten out.
But at the same time…I didn’t really care. A muscled, tattooed, sexy-as-fuck biker was nestled between my thighs, long hair coming loose, pupils black with lust. Feasting on me like I was his last meal on planet earth.
Had I died and gone to heaven?
Tarzan must have read my thoughts because he lowered his head, sucking a bruising kiss to my inner thigh.
“Be quiet for me, sweetheart. If Teddy hears us, he’ll be so fucking insufferable when he figures out what we’re up to.”
Without waiting for an answer, Tarzan picked up where he left off, licking and sucking my clit like a starving man. I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the noises that spilled from my lips. He slid his tongue inside me, grinding his jaw into my aching pussy.
Every inch of my body hummed, ready to snap at any moment. Tarzan pried one of his hands off my thighs and moved up my torso, peeling the cup of my bra down. I shimmied my dress off down to the waist, letting him touch my tits all he wanted.
Seconds later, I shattered, writhing against his god-like mouth. My fingers locked in his hair, holding his head in place as I soared on a euphoric high.
At last, I sagged against the mattress, breathing hard. Tarzan kissed the inside of my knee, smoothing his hands over my body as if he couldn’t stop touching me now that I’d given him the chance.
I tangled my fingers with his, pushing myself up into a sitting position. When I reached for him, palming the ridge of his cock through his sweatpants, a knock echoed at the bedroom door.
“Hey, big brother, are you hungry?” Teddy’s voice. “I’ve got fresh waffles out here if you want some.”
“Shit,” Tarzan hissed, grabbing my wrist. He shook his head. “We have to stop.”
“But—”
He cupped my chin, brushing his thumb over my lips to silence my protest.
“Next time, sweetheart. I promise. You can have your wicked way with me.”
Next time.
A smile bloomed across my face. He was already making plans for the next time we saw each other.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Tarzan called to his brother.
We waited while Teddy moved off. Then we adjusted our clothes, grabbed our shoes, and Tarzan shuffled me out the back door to the garage.
“Wait here,” he said, gesturing to his bike. “I’ll talk to Teddy and come up with a distraction. Then I’ll get you home. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied.
Tarzan blew out a breath, sounding like a soft, faint,fuck.Then he caught my face in his hands and kissed me—firm, lingering, as if he was soaking up every second of it.
He finally tore himself away, ducking back into the house. I grinned, biting back a squeal.
Being in love was thebestfeeling in the world.
Chapter five
Tarzan
