“If I didn’t say it the right way before,” she starts, “thank you for showing up in the guest house when you did.”
“You’re welcome,” I say. “I’d do it for anyone, sweetheart. Where I come from, we treat women a certain way.”
She nods. “I know.”
I help her up from the chair, hoping she’ll let me touch her. With her back to me, I help her lose the T-shirt and then hug her from behind. She leans into me, her head resting on my chest as I move her long hair aside and nibble on her neck, cupping her breasts at the same time. She moans, digging her long fingernails into my thighs. My thumbs circle over her hard nipples and the little diamond studs I like so much. Fuck. She’s beyond beautiful. Her tits spill out of my hands, firm and all natural.
As I pinch her nipples, her whole body tightens up and she lets out a pleasure-filled cry. I do it again, testing out what makes her tick.
She throws her head back, breathing hard. Her hands are warm, I can feel the heat through my clothes. I want those little hands all over my body. Then I spin her around in my arms, finding that fuck-me mouth, claiming her tongue again. Her taste and scent flood my senses. This night started out a certain way. I surely didn’t expect to connect with a girl like this. But I am, feeling overly protective and territorial, like I’m not supposed to let her go.
I break the kiss and hold her away from me so I can get a better look. The soft lighting in the room compliments her skin tone and dark hair. And those eyes . . . I keep getting lost in them. “Do you want this?” I growl.
“I-I don’t know yet.” She might say one thing, but her body tells me something different. Even now, she slides her palms up my chest, a hint of approval in her eyes.
“Let me help you make up your mind.” I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the closest bed. I gently deposit her on the end of the mattress, my hungry gaze sweeping down her nearly naked body. Boxer shorts never looked so good on anyone. But I want them off her. I need to taste that pussy, to lick her head to toe so she knows just how serious I am about giving her a new perspective on sex.
The rumble of multiple motorcycles breaks the silence outside. My brothers are here. I’ve been so wrapped up in the activities of the night I forgot to check in. Shit. “Wait here for me, sweetheart.”
Serafina blinks up at me. “Maybe it’s better this way,” she says. “A sign that we were about to make a mistake.” She stares at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Three-thirty in the morning, Eagle. I’m exhausted, and you must be, too.”
I’m more than disappointed at what she’s saying. It’s not my style to grovel. But this is the closest I’ve ever come to it. “Are you sure, Serafina?”
“Regretfully, yes.”
“All right.” This isn’t over yet. “A car will be here to take you home in the morning.”
“Y-you?”
“No. Someone I trust though.”
“I could catch the bus.”
I laugh, imagining the chaos she’d cause at the terminal. “It’s not negotiable. Be ready by ten, okay?”
She nods and yawns. A genuine yawn this time.
I lean across the bed and fist my hand in her soft hair, tugging her close. “I’ll see you soon.” I give her a parting kiss—demanding and full of dark promise.
I leave her curled up on the bed and turn off the lights as I walk out the door. Before heading outside, I wait by the door to see if she’s going to stay put. After about five minutes I’m satisfied.
I want the girl. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’ll have her in my bed soon enough.
