“Where are we, Kane? Who lives here?” I ask as we sit in the driveway.
“This is my house. I’ve had it since I moved here five years ago. It was a foreclosure and I’ve fixed it up over the years. I don’t stay here too often because I have to be at the clubhouse a lot.” He seems really nervous about this and I’m not sure why. “I’ve never brought a woman here before who wasn’t family.”
“Oh.” Definitely wasn’t expecting that. Why hasn’t he brought over women before?
“I know we’re just getting to know each other, and we haven’t had the best of starts, but I wanted to give you something that I’ve never given anyone else. I feel like this could be something special, that you’re special to me.”
Well, paint me surprised. If this isn’t a romantic gesture then I don’t know what is. He’s trying to share a first with me. I lean over my console and smash my lips to his. I thread my fingers in his unruly hair and his tongue enters my mouth. We pull away only to catch our breath.
Exiting the car, we make our way over to the front of the house and onto the porch.
“I hope you don’t have to be up early for anything in the morning,” he says as he opens the large front door to his home.
“Nothing until I meet Beckett around four in the afternoon.”
“Good, because I have a feeling we might be up all night.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a night owl then,” I say with a wink.
He backs me up against the closed front door, boxing me in. His body is flush with mine. I love the way he smells of leather and sex.
“Anyone ever tell you that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day?”
“One or two maybe,” I retort.
He takes me by surprise as he bends down, picks me up over his shoulder, and heads down a hallway off the entry. We pass several doors on our trek and come to a stop. I move to see why he stopped only to be swatted on my ass.
“Stay still,” he tells me then swats me again.
“Ouch!” I say trying to sound hurt. “Why’d you stop?”
“Tryin’ to decide where to start first,” he comments like he’s pondering his decision.
After a brief pause, he starts to move again and we enter a bedroom. He plops me down on the bed, his body coming down over mine covering me with his.
“If I was a gentleman, this is the way our first time should’ve gone.”
He starts to slowly kiss my lips, then moves to my cheek, and continues to make his way down to my neck. His hands are under my shirt copping a feel and setting fire to my flesh with every brush of his touch. Being bold, I slip my hand down his chest and start rubbing his jean covered dick.
“I don’t want a gentleman, Kane, I want you,” I pant.
“If you keep rubbing me, I’m going to come in my pants, Wildcat,” he murmurs with a heavy breath in my ear making me shiver all the way down my spine.
I lean over and nip his ear earning a groan from deep down in his chest. It’s nice to be able to affect him the way he affects me. He moves back to my mouth and starts to push his crotch against mine. We start humping like teenagers, and I feel like I’m floating.
“How do you feel right now, Raegan? Sore?” Kane asks breaking from our make-out and humping session.
I think my body would be furious with me right now if we were to stop.
“Good. Great,” I quickly answer.
I capture his lips back to mine while reaching under his shirt to move it over his head. Pausing for a second he helps take off the offending clothing. Kane sits back on his haunches as I sit up and move towards his belt and the button of his jeans. Standing, Kane toes off his riding boots and in a matter of moments he is standing there in all his beautiful glory. Although, I doubt a big badass biker would want to be called beautiful.
I take this time to really stare at him. I didn’t really have a chance when we were at the storage unit and now I do. His body is a work of art; the tattoos are remarkable along his arms and chest. His muscular features make it seem as though he works out daily. He holds still letting me drink him in. His devilish smirk never falters.
He’s everything your mother warns you about. The bad boy that you should stay far away from, and he’s all mine.
“Like what you see, Wildcat?”
