Chapter Fifteen
As Raven slippedthe key into her door, she glanced over her shoulder and looked up at him. “Do you want to come in?”
“You gonna cut off my balls?” he asked as he nipped the side of her neck, then peppered it with small kisses.
Electric tingles skated along her skin and she shivered. “I’m planning to do a lot more than that.” The door swung open and they were bathed in the soft light from the living room. Sooty rubbed against her, purring while her big eyes fixed warily on Muerto. When Raven bent over to pick up Sooty, her behind brushed against Muerto’s legs, his sharp intake of breath telling her that he was going to stay.
Since he’d asked her to go with him to his mother’s birthday party, her stomach would clench and twist each time she thought of him. And the way he’d swooped in and taken her out of the arms of danger earlier in the night made her hope that he felt something more than lust for her. Lust was there for her as well, but she alsolikedthis rough-and-tumble kind of man. Excitement and unpredictable went hand in hand with what she knew of his personality and lifestyle, pulling her tighter into his net of sexiness, power, and desire.
“Get comfortable and have a seat. I’ll get us some drinks. Whiskey or tequila?” she asked as she walked to the kitchen, Sooty padding behind her.
“Whiskey.” The deepness of his voice stroked her. While she took out the bottle of Jack Daniels, she heard two loud thuds coming from the living room. “You okay?” Stretching up, she grabbed two glasses.
“Yeah. Just kicked off my boots.”
I love that he’s comfortable with me. And fuck, can he kiss.Quivers danced in her stomach when she recalled the heated kiss he gave her on the side of the freeway. She couldn’t believe how intense it was. She had never known a man as blunt, spontaneous, or confident as Muerto.Brent would never have pulled over like that. He’d have worried that someone might hit the car.When he’d first pulled to the side of the road, she thought there’d been a problem with the car, but when he drew her into his arms and kissed her, her body went into overdrive. The more heated his kiss became, the faster she melted.It was incredible.
“Need some help?” his voice cut in on her thoughts.
“I got it. Thanks. Coming.” After replenishing Sooty’s dish with more food, she went into the living room and placed the bottle and glasses on the table.
When she sat down, his arm immediately moved around her shoulders, nudging her closer to him. Leaning into him, she breathed in his leather and soap scent, the one she had determined was one of her favorites. Light strokes brushed away her hair from her neck, and she looked at him, her heart skipping a beat when his gaze fell to the creamy expanse of her neck. Bending down, his lips pressed against her skin and shivers danced through her.
“You have such soft skin. It fuckin’ drives me crazy, woman.” His breath was hot on her neck, and as the kisses became more passionate, tiny whimpers escaped from her parted lips. Moving his mouth near her ear, his lips grazed her earlobe. “You have me wanting to do nasty things to you.”
His words landed right between her legs, and she clenched them together to relieve some of the aching. Muerto’s knowing chuckle only made it worse. “I think we should cool off a bit with a drink,” she murmured against his lips as she pushed back slightly. Picking up the bottle of Jack, she opened it, poured them a drink, and leaned back against the couch. “Cheers.” She clinked her glass against his.
“To a fun night.” He winked at her as he brought the glass to his lips.
As they sat next to each other, drinking whiskey, all she could think about was the hot-as-sin biker beside her. The heat from his desire radiated from him, making her senses spin. His fingers brushed her midriff right under the hem of her crop top. With her pulse pounding in her ears, she held her breath in anticipation but his hand merely rested on her ribs, scorching her skin, teasing her.
“When do you have to send your paintings to the gallery in Denver?” he asked casually.
“Next week.” She was too aware of his hand on her exposed skin.
“You gonna drive or mail them?”
“Not sure now that I don’t have the money. I’d prefer to mail them.”
“When you’re done, give ’em to me. I’ll take care of it.” Two of his fingers slipped under the hem of her top. Sucking in her breath, she nodded. “Did you think about getting a vendor booth at the upcoming rally?”
“Yeah.” His fingers singed her skin as they crept very slowly upward underneath her top.
“Did you ever call Breanna?” He took another gulp of his drink.
“Not yet,” she answered tightly.He’s right under my boob. How the fuck can he be sitting here talking like nothing’s happening? I’m dying here.
“Make sure you do. She’s really nice.” He stroked the underside of her breast and she moaned. “You like that?” he asked thickly.
“Yeah.”
When his index finger flicked against her hardening nipple, she squirmed in her seat, the jolt of pleasure hitting her right in her wet pussy. She was a hot mess and all she wanted was for him to fuck her. Hard. Deep. Rough. In one fluid motion, she turned so that she was astride him, her hands raking through his thick hair. Without missing a beat, he lifted her top and brought his mouth to her tits, tasting, biting, and sucking them. Arching her back, she pushed them into his face, loving the feel of his tongue as it teased her buds to reddened points.
“That feels awesome,” she sighed. Underneath her butt, she could feel his hardness; she wanted to touch it, suck it, taste him. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she rasped. She stood and a startled cry rang out when he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
The minute he put her on her feet, he yanked her to him, kissing her passionately, his tongue delving in deep as his hands trailed down her back and tried to dip inside her jeans. “These are too fuckin’ tight,” he growled as he fumbled in the front until he found the zipper. “And take this off. I want to see your tits, sweetheart.”
She flung the top over her head and it landed halfway off the bed. Bothered by his bold and frank stare at her breasts, she instinctively covered them with her arms.
