Page 28 of Devil’s Snare

He grinned. Too wide. Too. . . predatory.

“Cin, please,” I begged, breathless as he attacked my neck, nipping with his teeth.

His tongue twirled over my earlobe. “I bet if I check, you’re still wet for me.”

I didn’t reply.

His gaze held me captive. “Gonna give you one chance to finish getting ready, Gwen. Don’t tempt me anymore tonight.”

Fine.

“You’ll have to get off me first.”

“Only if you kiss me.”

“I never agreed to that.”

He rolled his hips, pressing his thick length into my core. “Want me to fuck you? Right now? Show you exactly what you’re missing?”

God, yes. Wait. No. Bad Gwen. “No,” I squeaked.

“Has the little deer become a mouse?” He chuckled. “Get up, you little tease.”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder as he backed away, ignoring the fluttering of my pulse and the need coiling in my gut. The heat still blooming in my core.

Once I was ready, Cin took my hand. “Do you need that big purse?”

I almost laughed. “It’s a designer handbag, not a purse. I won’t bore you with the details, but it’s different.”

He scrubbed his free hand down his face. “Do you need it?”

The words were almost growled.

“No. I can take one of my Coach crossbody bags.”

He arched a brow, clearly not understanding what I meant.

I slipped my hand from his and went back into my closet, where I found my Coach signature bag with a long strap. I added lip balm, a small wallet where I transferred my cash and cards, a hair tie, and my keys.

He stood by my front door and waited, arms crossed over his chest. “Keep the shit you need in that bag and bring it with you when we’re together.”

“So you don’t have to wait for me again, baby?” I purred, wanting to see if honey-sweet words would have an effect on the big biker.

His arms dropped. Something feral crossed his features. In less than a heartbeat, his mouth crushed mine. My back met the wall again as he pressed me to it, a rumble in his chest as he kissed me.

I pushed him back, heaving air into my lungs. What was that?

“Don’t call me that again until you’re ready for me to fuck you.”

Wow. Blinking, I stared at him. That fierce of a reaction just from me calling him an endearment?

My grin suddenly blew wide. Hell yeah.

He groaned. “Fuck.”

“You’re so into me. Can’t stay away. Can’t keep your hands off my body.” I swished my hips. “Look at me. Taming the bad boy.”

“Christ,” he murmured. “I created a monster.”