The kiss detonated.
There wasn’t any teasing left in me. No slow approach or careful easing in. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t at the end of what little self-control I’d managed to scrape together all week. I took her mouth hard, one hand sliding into her hair while the other clamped around her hip and dragged her tight against me.
She gasped, and I swallowed the soft sound, backing her into the side of my bike just long enough to feel her body catch fire. Her hands fisted in my cut, pulling at leather and dragging me closer like she’d been waiting for this just as badly as I had.
“You knew what you were doing tonight,” I growled against her mouth, my voice rough enough that she shivered. “Openin’ that door lookin’ like a fucking fantasy come true.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t deny it. I kissed her again, letting her feel the promise I’d been carrying all night while my hand slid down to grip her ass through the leather that had been driving me insane for hours.
She moaned softly into my mouth, and the sound snapped whatever thread of control was left.
I bent, hooked both hands under her ass, and lifted her. Saylor wrapped around me, her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, her body fitting against mine like she’d been made for it. The pressure of her center against my hard cock dragged a groan out of me, and I started toward the clubhouse without putting her down.
She buried her face against my neck, laughing breathlessly like she couldn’t believe I was actually carrying her inside. But her thighs tightened around me, and that told me she wasn’t complaining.
A couple of brothers glanced over when I shoved through the clubhouse door with Saylor in my arms. Edge, sitting near one of the tables with Callie tucked beside him, took one look at us and started grinning like I’d just handed him premium entertainment. Shifter leaned back in his chair at the bar, his eyes full of amusement, but he was smart enough not to say a damn word.
Torque and Raze stopped talking, and their laughing gazes followed me as I stalked toward the stairs that led up to the bedrooms on the second floor.
Kane stood in the hallway with Savannah at his side and one of their kids, half asleep, against his shoulder, his scowl unchanged except for the faintest twitch at his mouth.
“Busy?” Edge called.
“Fuck off,” I threw back without slowing.
“Looks like you’re already handling that.”
Callie smacked his chest while trying not to laugh.
Saylor made a mortified sound against my neck, and I felt her face heat where it pressed into my skin. I tightened my hold on her ass and kept walking, because if she thought I was putting her down now, she hadn’t been paying attention.
“Ignore him,” I muttered. “He gets mouthy when nobody’s stabbed him recently.”
“Should I be concerned that makes sense?” she whispered.
“Probably.”
She laughed, and the sound made my cock throb so hard I nearly missed the first step. I carried her up the stairs, every little shift of her body against mine making the need in my body grow. By the time I reached my room, my control was a thing of the past. I needed to be alone with the woman I’d spent all week claiming in every way except the one my body was demanding now.
7
CENTURY
Ikicked the door shut behind us and turned the lock with Saylor still wrapped around me. The room swallowed the sound from downstairs, muffling the clubhouse until all I could hear was her breathing, the soft hitch of it against my neck, and the blood pounding hard in my own ears.
I wanted her under me with that dark hair spread over my pillow and those leather pants gone so I could finally see every inch I’d been imagining all night. But the smell of fuel and hot rubber clung to our clothes, and if I got her on that mattress right now, I wasn’t sure I’d have enough restraint left to give her the first time she deserved.
I carried her straight into the bathroom instead, setting her on the counter beside the sink while she blinked at me with heated eyes and kiss-swollen lips. The sight of her perched there damn near ruined the plan before it started.
I reached into the shower and twisted the water on full, steam billowing over the tile as I shrugged out of my cut and tossed it through the open bathroom door onto the chair. My shirt followed, dragged off from behind my neck and thrownafter it, and when I turned back, Saylor’s gaze was locked on my chest like she’d forgotten how blinking worked.
I let my mouth curve because the look on her face was too good not to enjoy. Her eyes moved over me, and she looked hungry. Not even pretending she wasn’t affected.
My cock jerked hard behind my zipper, and I had to plant one hand on the counter beside her hip before I gave in and shoved myself between her thighs. “You objectifying me, Miss Everett?”
Her eyes snapped back to mine, her cheeks going pink even while her mouth twitched. “You’re the one who took your shirt off in front of me.”
A laugh scraped out of me, appreciating how she had sass even when she was flustered and sitting on my bathroom counter like every filthy thought I’d ever had in one neat, tempting package.
