Juliette wrapped
arms around Shooters waist and held on tight. There was an electricity in the
air tonight they spoke volumes. The time for courting had come and gone. He
couldn’t keep his hands off her tonight. Every caress of her hand, side, and
knee had ramped up the sexual tension simmering between them. He’d
ambushed her after work, and taken her to dinner. There was no mystery why he’d
taken her to his apartment for the first time. The wind tousled her hair,
chilled her barely covered skin and forced her as close to Shooter as she could
get.
The man must be a
hypnotist. One look into his eyes and she’d been a goner. The heat between
them was undeniable. But it was the sweetness hidden beneath those layers of
gruff bluntness that had her falling for him. He’d been hurt before, badly. She
recognized the pain because she housed it too—like attracted like.
They came to a stop outside an apartment complex on the
south side of town.
“It’s not much, but it’s clean and safe.” He shrugged. “I
spend most of my time at the club.”
Swinging his leg off with grace likened to a dancer, he
stood. Holding his hand out, he helped her stand on her heels
“Doing okay?” He peered at her from beneath ridiculously
long lashes.
“Y-yeah. I wasn’t dressed for riding tonight.”
“No.” His heated gaze raked over her painstakingly slowly. Still
not used to being the center of his piercing gaze she fidgeted.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“No.”
She looked away as her cheeks heated.
“You are.” His teeth were a slash of white in the darkness.
“I’m going to devour you whole, Juliette.”
Please do.
He chuckled. “You finally loosening up on me?”.
“Oh my God, I said that out loud.” She’d never wanted to
make a cartoon exit so bad in her life. A black hole opening and engulfing her
would be welcomed.
“You did and I like it. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He
cupped her chin. “Ever. I live unencumbered by rules. When you’re with me I
expect you to do the same. You know that by now.”
Completely under his spill she nodded her head.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Juliette?” He pulled her
hips flush against his. The thick bulge in his pants pressed into her, dropping
her belly down into her shoes the way a deep hill would. “Now all I can picture
is you in a pencil skirt with a strand of pearls between your breasts. Those
long legs spread wide on the checkout counter while I take you hard and fast.”
The heated words he whispered tickled her ear and tangled up her insides. She
squirmed against him, moaning at the friction it caused.
“That’s it, baby. Feel what you do to me.” His silken voice
and the whirlwind events of their courtship seduced her, and robbed her of her
modesty. . Shameless, she ground her hips into him, whimpering as tendrils of
pleasure unfurled in her pussy. Wetness formed between her legs, soaking her
panties and the tops of her thighs.
“That’s it. Do you like the way my cock feels?”
“Yes.”
“It’s only going to get better from here.” He gripped her
hips, lifting her up, and she wound her legs around his waist out of instinct.
Stunned by her actions, she studied him with hazy vision.
“We need to get inside before I take you on my bike.”
“You can do that?” She whispered. Visions of their limps
entwined while she rode him made her moan.
“We will do that,
Juliette. You and I are going to do a lot of things together.”
She liked the way her
name sounded on his lips. Wild and untamed, the exact opposite of the woman
she’d been for the past twenty-five years. He made her feel adventurous and
sexy, like a brand new woman with no tainted past. His long strides devoured
the pavement as he began the walk to his apartment.
The controlled precision made her kitten purr louder. They
reached the top floor and he placed her back against the door as he fumbled for
his keys. His lips tempted her and for once in her life, she took the
initiative.
His slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression that followed would
have amused her if she hadn’t been so desperate. She traced his lips with her
tongue, seeking entrance as his flavor flooded her mouth. Whiskey, tartness and
Shooter. The trinity of tastes inflamed her and she dropped her legs lower,
lining up with his pelvis once more. They’d built up to this moment and now she
couldn’t wait another second. The prominent bulge she felted hinted at
something long and thick. She shuddered in anticipation.
“Fuck.” He hissed, bracing his arms on either side of her as
their tongues dueled. Bringing her hands up to tangle in his soft locks, she
tilted her head for more contact. A moan rumbled in his chest, and he obliged.
Her breasts grew heavy as he took over, dominating her mouth with a masterful
skill that made her lightheaded. “Need, now.”
His animalistic words filled her with pride. She’d brought a
powerful man to his baser self. Seeing the give in his dominating personality
turned her on.
The key shimmied, the tumbler turned and he staggered
inside. He kicked the door shut and kept going. Her back met the soft surface
of his couch.
“Have to taste.”
“No.” She clamped her thighs shut, embarrassed.
“Yes.” His dark eyes and commanding pitch left no room for
argument. “Open your legs and hold onto the couch, Juliette.”
Chiah Wilder is the author of Hawk’s Property, the first book in the Insurgents MC Series. It is a full length, standalone novel. Its release date is set for October 27, 2015.
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