“You’re awfully bossy for someone who just had his hand down my panties,” I teased, trying to lighten the moment even as my cheeks burned.
“You haven’t seen bossy yet, baby.” He pressed one last kiss to my forehead, right beside the small bandage, then carefully rolled off me and onto his back. The loss of his heat made me want to whimper.
He reached over and pulled me against his side instead, tucking me under his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. “We’re taking this slow. You’re staying right here today, where I can keep an eye on you. No arguments.”
I nestled into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear. I’d spent my whole life being told where to go and how to behave, so the possessiveness in his voice should have made me bristle. But it felt different coming from him.
Still, I couldn’t resist one tiny push. “And if I decide I want to go home?”
His arm tightened around me, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my shoulder. “Then I’ll drive you myself, after I make sure you’re not going to pass out on the way. But we both know you don’t want to leave my bed yet.”
A helpless laugh escaped me because he was right. Being wrapped up in him felt too good.
I tilted my head to look up at him. “You’re dangerous.”
“Only to the people who deserve it.”
I pressed closer, letting my hand rest over his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath my palm. My parents were bound to wonder where I was soon, but that thought didn’t scare me for the first time in my life. I was too happy right where I was to worry about them.
7
CAGE
Istood in the kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, listening to the steady hum of water from the bathroom as Hadley showered. Just knowing she was naked under the stream, water cascading down her incredible curves, made my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
I’d managed to keep my hands off her all night. She’d fit against me so perfectly, her curves molding into my chest as her ass nestled just right against my groin. But waking up wrapped around her warm body had chased away almost every ounce of my control.
I had no damn clue how I’d found the strength to stop earlier. Fucking hell, it had been pure torture, and I was still feeling it.
Shaking my head to try to clear my thoughts, I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them roughly. Trying to focus on anything but the memories replaying on a loop in my head—Hadley beneath me, her eyes wide and heated as she begged me to take her. To make her mine in every fucking way.
But it was no use, my mind stubbornly refused to shift away from thoughts of her floral scent and the sweet taste of her skin. The feel of her slick center under my fingertips and howher breath had caught right before she shattered. I groaned in frustration and shifted my stance, trying to ease the relentless pressure building behind my zipper.
The eggs I’d poured into the pan began to sizzle, breaking through my heated thoughts. Thank fuck. I’d been half a heartbeat away from joining her in that shower and finishing what we’d started.
A timer buzzed, and I pulled out a pan of bacon I’d put in the oven, then slid a few pieces onto two plates before adding half of the scramble on each one.
I’d just finished plating the food with a slice of toast when the bedroom door opened. Hadley stepped into the kitchen wearing another of my T-shirts and a pair of my sweatpants rolled at the waist and ankles so they didn’t fall right off. Not that I wouldn’t have loved to see the cotton falling around her thighs, skimming the top of smooth skin my palms itched to glide over again. Her dark-blond hair was damp from the shower, tousled in waves around her shoulders, and her green eyes were bright but hesitant. She lingered awkwardly in the doorway, uncertainty flickering in her expression.
“Come sit, baby,” I murmured, pulling out a stool at the breakfast bar on the far side of the island.
Her gaze dipped briefly to my bare chest, the hint of hunger that flashed in her eyes sending another hard pulse straight to my cock. She moved slowly toward the counter, and I slid a plate toward her, placing a mug of coffee beside it.
“You cook?” Hadley asked softly, her eyebrows raised. The little sparkle in her eyes made my lips twitch.
“Sometimes.” I shrugged. “Mom insisted I know how to take care of myself before moving out.” I winked at her. “And told me straight up not to be an old-fashioned jackass who expected my wife to cook every meal.”
Hadley giggled, then took a bite of her eggs. My eyes dropped to her lips as they wrapped around the fork, distracting me. Turning around, I grabbed the other dish, but before I could join her at the counter, my phone buzzed loudly on the granite surface. I snatched it up, glanced at the screen, and bit back a curse.
“Yeah?” I muttered, answering the call, not bothering to hide my irritation at the interruption.
Edge’s voice came through. “Need you at the clubhouse. One of the prospects fucked up his leg in a crash on a training run.”
“Shit,” I grunted, rubbing a palm over the back of my neck. “On my way.”
Ending the call, I turned back to Hadley, noticing how her eyes tracked my every move. Her gaze questioned me without words, curious and concerned. I went around the island and moved in close, cupping her chin firmly, and tilting her face up to mine. “Club business. I’ve gotta go.”
Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t probe for more information. Which I was grateful for since I didn’t have the time right then to get into the secretive parts of the MC. She just nodded, biting her lower lip in a way that made me want to kiss it. So, fuck it, I did.
