I swallow thickly, trying to gather some semblance of self-control that seems to have fled the moment he touched me.
It’s pathetic, really.
How quickly I melt into him.
I hate that he affects me like this. That I seem to lose all sense of command over my body when I feel the scrape of his callouses along my skin or the brush of his lips over mine.
No one has ever done that before—made me forget myself and the world around me like this.
It simultaneously makes me want to shove him away so I can flee and drag him even closer so I can experience everything he’s promising. So I can have a taste of that kind of freedom, even if only for one night.
I slide my hands inside the unzipped sides of his leather jacket and across the white T-shirt stretching over his hard chest. “If I come upstairs with you…” He raises a brow, waiting for me to continue. “I want you to promise me no more secrets.”
Gage searches my face for a moment. “That goes both ways, Hellcat.”
I shake my head. “I haven’t kept anything from you.”
He leans in and nips at my bottom lip. “We both know that’s a lie, but I’ll let it go for now.”
Just like I’m going to let the Hellcat thing go for now, too. Because this time, when he said it, the flare of heat through my body wasn’t anger. It was the driving need to touch him and have him touch me that I’ve felt since I pinned him to the club floor.
He reaches down and grasps my hips, lifting me easily to wrap my legs around his waist. My pussy centers directly along his hard length, and I groan at the sensation and instinctively roll my hips against it. He sucks in a sharp breath, then presses his lips to mine, kissing me long and slow and deep as he pulls away from the bike and stalks across the shop to the metal staircase.
Somehow, he doesn’t even break stride or stop kissing me as he climbs each tread and steps up onto the second-floor loft.
I don’t have any time to examine our surroundings because he stops after a few more steps and lowers me down onto his bed, his mouth still moving over mine greedily. My fingers delve into his thick, silky hair, the juxtaposition of it on this man made of so much hard, unyielding muscle enough to make a needy little sound slip from my lips.
He quickly captures it with his searing kiss that leaves me breathless, but then he pulls back and stares down at me.
The gleam in his eyes sends my heart stuttering.
A wicked grin pulls at his perfect lips. “Now, about those plans…”
GAGE
Bishop’s pupils dilate, the black encroaching on the shimmering bourbon around it as she stares up at me and shifts restlessly where I have her pinned to the mattress.
I grind my hard cock between her legs and a stifled groan slips from her lips that she can’t contain, despite the obvious attempt to bite it back.
Even now, even like this, she doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to admit how good it feels. Or maybe she can’t. Maybe she’s spent so long denying herself everything that she’s forgotten how to accept what’s being freely given to her.
And that’s all I want to do tonight—give her everything.
If she’ll only let me.
She’s too stubborn. Too lost in her own head. Clinging too tightly to the control she thinks she needs over everything in her life.
Not tonight.
After that meeting, seeing the way Bishop was left reeling, I knew what she needed.
Relief.
A release.
To be shown how good it can be to relinquish the control that she clings to so goddamn tightly that it’s going to strangle her.
The fact that she even agreed to come home with me tonight proves how rattled she truly was, how off-kilter she’s feeling after her confrontation with Satriano today. Because there wasn’t much fight in her. There may have been a flicker of question when she was sitting on the driveway, facing the prospect of coming inside and committing to this, but it fled as quickly as she could have if she truly wanted to.
