He dragged the straps down my arms before tossing the bra somewhere behind him.Then he looked down between us and groaned low in his throat.“Yeah,” he muttered roughly.“I’ve definitely got the better view now.”
I laughed softly before his mouth found mine again.
Every kiss felt hotter than the last one.
His tongue slid against mine while his hands moved over my bare skin like he was memorizing me.I could feel the heat of him through his jeans and the hard length pressing against me made my stomach tighten.
God.This man.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this whole situation was insane, and yet here I was wrapped around a biker in the middle of his clubhouse bedroom feeling more alive than I had in months.
Push kissed down my throat slowly while lowering me back onto the mattress.My hands slid over his shoulders and chest, tracing tattoos and hard muscle while he hovered over me.
Then he stood.
My breath caught.
He pushed his jeans down slowly; eyes locked on mine the entire time.And this time?The underwear went too.
Holy hell.
I’d felt him pressed against me before.Hard and heavy through denim and boxer briefs, but actually seeing him was an entirely different problem.
A very good problem.
My mouth went dry and Push noticed immediately.
The smug bastard.
He stepped closer to the bed while I hurried to shove my shorts down my legs before kicking them off completely.
His eyes dragged over my body slowly enough to make heat curl low in my stomach.
“Jesus,” he muttered.“Better than everything I imagined.”
A laugh slipped out of me.“You’ve been thinking about me, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled.
The rough honesty of it made my pulse jump.
He climbed onto the bed with me then, covering my body with his and kissing me hard enough to make me forget my own name.
Hands went everywhere.Skin against skin.
His weight pressed me into the mattress while his mouth moved over mine, slow and deep.I couldn’t stop touching him.My hands slid over his shoulders, his back, his chest.Every inch of him felt solid.
Safe.
Push groaned softly when my hand wrapped around his rock-hard dick.The sound shot straight through me.
“McKayla,” he muttered against my mouth.
I stroked him slowly, loving the way his breathing roughened immediately.
His forehead pressed against mine while his fingers slid down my stomach and between my thighs.
I gasped.“Oh my God.”
