“That good?”he murmured.
“Don’t get cocky.”
His fingers circled my clit slowly, deliberately, while his mouth worked over my throat.Heat coiled tighter and tighter inside me until I was arching against him helplessly.
Every touch felt electric.
His name kept slipping from my mouth without me meaning to.“Push…”
“Yeah, baby.”
The rough praise mixed with the movement of his fingers sent me straight over the edge.Pleasure crashed through me hard enough to make my thighs shake.
I buried my face against his shoulder while he worked me through it, kissing the side of my head and muttering something low I couldn’t even process because my brain had basically melted.
When I finally caught my breath again, his eyes met mine, dark and focused.Like he was holding himself together by a thread.
“You good?”he asked roughly.
I laughed breathlessly.“I think I just saw God.”
That finally made him grin.Then he kissed me again while shifting between my legs.The moment he pushed into me, we both groaned.
Slow at first.
Careful.
But the second my nails dug into his shoulders, something in him snapped.Push moved harder.Deeper.
The bed creaked beneath us while our breathing filled the room.It wasn’t soft or sweet.It was hungry.
Hot.
The kind of sex that made you forget every bad thing outside the room existed for a little while.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him while his mouth moved against mine and down my neck.He kept saying my name low and rough like it meant something.And maybe it did.
That thought should’ve scared me.Instead, warmth spread through my chest.Because somehow, impossibly, I felt safe with him.
Safe with a biker on a haunted island in the middle of a murder investigation.
My life had officially lost its damn mind.
Push’s hand slid into my hair while he kissed me hard enough to steal every thought from my head again.
The pressure inside me built fast.“So close,” I whispered.
“Come for me, baby.”That deep rough voice destroyed whatever control I had left.
Pleasure ripped through me again, hard enough to make me cry out his name.Push followed right after me with a low groan against my throat before collapsing over me breathing hard.For a second neither of us moved.
Just breathing.
Hearts pounding.
Then he gathered me against him and rolled onto his back, pulling me up against his chest like I belonged there.I traced lazy circles over the tattoos on his chest while trying to remember how oxygen worked.Finally I looked up at him.“So… should I fill out a customer satisfaction survey or?”
Push barked out a laugh.“There’s the smart mouth again.”
