“Answer me this: would you be trying to prove yourself if Ledger wasn’t in the picture?” She held her breath as she waited for his answer.
“Never wanted you to leave in the first fuckin’place,” he murmured, focusing on her mouth and making her automatically lick her lips.
Her breath hitched when his long, warm fingers slid up her jawline and drove into her hair above her ear.
She took in all that was Zeke Jamison, the badass biker, the MC president she never should’ve gotten involved with in the first place.
But for a second, that bad decision was almost forgotten and she remembered everything that attracted her to him in the first place.
His scent.
His taste.
His lips.
His swagger.
His amazing hair any woman would be jealous of.
His intense grayish-blue eyes.
It was a trap.
He was a trap.
A trap that was about to snap shut and imprison her.
She made a mistake with him before. She couldn’t make it again. Last time left a permanent mark.
The next time could destroy her.
And her son.
She needed to resist for Ledger.
Her son was the most important man in her life, despite still being a child.
She could not get sucked in this time.
Zeke was bad news. Just because he was Ledger’s biological father didn’t mean she needed to let him back intoherpersonal life.
Or pants.
Or bed.
Or…
Her eyelids slid shut as he leaned in closer.
Shit.
His warm breath swept over her parted lips.
Shit.
His leather cut brushed against her aching nipples, making them peak even harder. And of course, she never wore a bra when she was home.
Shit.
