“Then stop me,” I whispered, sliding my hands inside his kutte and up his T-shirt, resting against his waist.
My fingers dug into his skin, his heat burning the tips. My heart thumped in my chest as my pussy throbbed. After the fearof being watched earlier, I wanted him, needed him to make me feel safe.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, dark and questioning. “This isn’t revenge or hate,” he murmured.
“I know,” I whispered.
“You pull me in, you’re mine. I can’t go halfway. Not with you.”
“Then don’t,” I whispered back.
A shiver tore through him. My lips brushed his jaw, nipping his throat under his ear. His hand tugged at my hair, the other gripping my hip.
Then there was no more space between us. He picked me up and placed me on the bed, sliding between my legs.
Chapter 23
Reaper
My kutte came off first, followed by my T-shirt. I shoved her dress up to her waist and settled between her legs, feeling the heat from her core. Her hands moved to my belt, undoing it before popping the buttons on my jeans. A growl ripped from my throat before I caught her wrists, forcing them above her head as I claimed her mouth.
Her body burned beneath mine, soft and defiant all at once, and her legs locked around me like she’d never let me go. For a second, I didn’t want her to. Hell, I wanted to tear her panties aside and bury myself so deep, she’d never remember another man’s name but mine.
Her heat pressed against me, only the thinnest scrap of fabric between us. Grinding against her, feeling how wet she already was, had me closer to the edge than I’d been in years.
I pressed my forehead to hers, eyes shut, fighting the pull with everything I had. “Stop,” I whispered, voice raw, even as my hips betrayed me with another hard roll into her.
Stop before I tear through the last barrier and fuck you on this bed like I’ve dreamed of since the first time you called me an asshole.
She clutched the back of my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear. “Jay...”
“I need to see it,” I rasped, every word scraping my throat. “The evidence. All of it. With my own eyes.”
She stiffened then slowly nodded. Reluctantly, we untangled.
My top was on the floor, and my kutte wasn’t far behind. I dressed in silence, the air thick with everything we hadn’t said. My hands shook slightly as I buckled my belt, not from fear but from restraint.
She straightened her dress, face shuttered again, armor back in place. I hated how quickly she walled herself off, but hell, I wasn’t sure where we stood either.
“You good?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, too flat to believe. I didn’t press.
We slipped out the back door through a side hall no one would notice. It was late enough that the clubhouse had gone quiet, men passed out or gone. I wasn’t in the mood to explain her presence again. Bigger things were on my mind than their questions.
The cold midnight air bit my skin, clearing my head more than I’d wanted. Her car waited in the shadows by the fence.
“I’ll drive.” I thought she would have argued, but she tossed me the keys.
“So, where’s all this supposed evidence?” I asked once we were inside, engine idling.
“My motel,” she said. “Floorboard under the bed. Didn’t get a chance to tell you before you...” Her eyes flicked to me.
“Pinned you to the wall?” I offered drily.
Her lips curved. “One way to put it.”
I didn’t smile. There was too much to lose. I was falling fast, for her fire, her fury, the way she refused to take any shit. But the plan had to come first. Keep her safe, find answers, then maybe... maybe let her go. Back to her life. Back to safety.
