“Wait right there.”
I stared up at him from my place in the middle of the bed where he had left me. I wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be. “Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Giving me a perfect view of his sculpted chest and the tattoos that covered it. The jeans came off next. Leaving him standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs.
I didn’t have long to drink him in though, he climbed up onto the bed, his body covering my naked one. And the bed dipped under his weight.
“So beautiful.” One rough finger slid down my cheek, making its way down my throat and over my collarbone. I shivered under his touch. My body reacting.
Hooking my hands behind his head, I pulled him down to me. My lips were eager to find his.
“Easy baby, there’s no rush.” He chuckled. But even as he spoke, his hands came up to trap mine above my head. His mouth lowered to mine. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth. I made a greedy sound in the back of my throat. Fighting against his grip on my arms.
I wanted him to touch me.
“Will you just stop talking and kiss me already?”
He laughed but did as I asked. I melted under him as he pressed me to the mattress, his hard body half over mine.
He kissed like it was his job. Like I knew he would—all passion and fire.
It was the best kiss of my life. Hands down the best.
***
“Darcie?” Havoc lifted his face from mine. We had been making out like horny teenagers for the last fifteen minutes.
Making out, and that was it. He hadn’t touched me. And it was driving me crazy. I could tell he wanted to, but he wouldn’t give in for some unknown reason.
“Yes.”
“You really want to go to this party?” Leaning down, he leant his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.
“I just thought it was important that people thought I was your woman?” I ran my fingers through his hair. Messing it up more. Something unreadable swept across his face.
“It is. It is important that they know you are mine. I do have some stuff to do, but I could meet you there? On one condition.” His eyes opened so suddenly that the blueness of them took me by surprise.
“Condition?” I squeaked.
“Yeah, at the minute, people think we are just sleeping together. It would be better all-around if they thought you were my old lady.” He kissed me again. “I want you to wear my cut tonight. I’ll have one made for you….”
I pulled away slightly. I didn't know a thing about biker culture, but I was pretty sure that wearing a man’s cut meant something.
“Do you think that would help?”
“If you were my old lady, no one could touch you. The club wouldn’t allow it. You could go to the party, into town, and no one would bother you.”
“Ok, I’ll wear it.” My lips slipped back over his. “Thank you for being my hero, Havoc.”
Chapter Twelve
Havoc
There were two familiar figures leaning against the clubhouse wall smoking something that obviously wasn’t a cigarette when I pulled my bike to a stop.
I had rushed the drop, eager to get back to the compound and Darcie. But I had the envelope securely in my inside pocket. There was absolutely no need for them to meet me. It wasn’t like this was my first run.
Pulling the helmet from my head, I bristled as the club’s sergeant at arms frowned at me. Cyber didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. It was pretty clear that they were waiting for me.
