He blew out a breath of amusement.
“Fuck, you look like a kid in a candy store right now. I just—I shaved all my hair off one summer because of the heat. Andmy darling little brother,” he added with a growl, “made it very clear that my head was shaped like a chicken nugget. So, I don’t cut it that short anymore.”
I snorted a laugh then clamped a hand over my mouth.
“It’s not funny,” Tarzan replied in a flat voice.
“Oh, honey, it’shilarious.You can make all the excuses you want, but I know the truth. Iheardit.”
When I gave another experimental tug on Tarzan’s hair, his hips jerked forward, rutting against my thigh. He bit out a sharp obscenity through his gritted teeth, and his eyes fluttered closed with ecstasy. Every muscle and tendon in his bodystrained.
I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow, this little secret made him a hundred times hotter in my eyes.
Tarzan braced a hand on the pillow next to my head and leaned in. He looked so menacing, but I knew underneath it all he was completely soft for me.
“If you breathe a word of this to Teddy,” he said. “You won’t be getting any orgasms out of me forat leasttwo weeks. Is that clear?”
“I solemnly swear, my lips are sealed,” I said. “But only if you promise me something.”
“Name it,” Tarzan replied without a moment of hesitation.
I twisted my fingers into his locks and pulled his mouth down to mine, holding his gaze.
“Promise me that you will neverevershave your head again,” I said. “I like having a handle to guide you exactly where I want you. I like hearing my big, scary biker moan only for me.”
His pupils darkened to full black.
“Goddamn it, baby. You’re justbeggingto be fucked into the mattress when you talk like that, aren’t you?”
A flood of hot anticipation pooled in my stomach and blossomed up my neck. Tarzan hooked his hands behind my knees and hauled me closer, pressing the tip of his cock to my pussy.
“Wait—shit,” he muttered. “I need to get another condom—”
He started to pull away, searching for his jeans. I grabbed his hips, holding him in place.
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “And I’m clean.”
Tarzan considered for a moment, nodding.
“I was tested a few years ago, but I haven’t…been with anyone since. When I moved here, I meant to visit a clinic, but everything has been so chaotic and I wasn’t looking for anyone after—”
He broke off abruptly, but he didn’t need to continue. It seemed pretty obvious what he was going to say next.
Afterher.Stevie. The woman he loved before.
A moment ago, we were laughing and teasing each other, drunk on the high of skin contact and foreplay.
And now, there was a palpable shift in the air. Tarzan was still thinking of her, even when he was with me.
He must have seen the hesitation in my expression. He took my hand and molded my fingers around his cock, reminding me of what I’d said earlier.
I like having a handle to guide you exactly where I want you.
Then he held my knees open—this powerful, tattooed, hulk of a man who looked at me with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“I’m yours, Keely,” he said. “And I want you to be mine. My wife. The mother of our children. The woman I come home to every day, for the rest of our lives. The woman I get to wrap up in my arms every night, soft and sweet with so much endless love in her heart that she lights up my whole world.”
My throat tightened. I held my hand out to him. When Tarzan leaned forward into my touch, I pulled him down on top of me, pressing my mouth to his.
