Page 26 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
Chuckling, he tossed the t-shirt onto the coffee table, laced his fingers behind his head and slowly turned around. His back had a ship with a floral border that took up his entire back.
“How long did that that take to get done?”
“Sixty hours. Eight sessions.”
“It’s insane, but worth it.”
He turned back around, lowered his hands and stepped forward. I didn’t pull my hands back, instead I couldn’t resist tracing the lines of his abs with my fingertips. In the modeling industry I’d find myself around men with good bodies on a consistent basis, but there was something about Phoenix and Ash that was different. Along with dangerously sexy good looks, they exuded an aura of power and danger that I found both thrilling and enticing.
Leaning down, with a knee on the sofa Phoenix slid a hand behind my head, weaving his fingers into my hair and giving it a gentle tug. Looking up into his brown eyes I felt a surge of desire within me, more powerful than I’d ever felt before, leaving me breathless. It was reckless and idiotic – this man was one of my captors – but my body was craving a taste of him regardless.
Reaching up to him, I slid my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down to me until his lips brushed against mine. For a brief second I felt the humiliation he’d brought out in me when he made me kneel before him in the bathroom, but as he nipped at my lower lip the feeling disappeared and the intense need to taste him overpowered all thought.
I fell back into the sofa, taking Phoenix with me, moaning softly and inviting him to explore further. His body lowered onto mine, our tongues dueling as I ran my hands along his muscular back, tracing the hard lines.
It had been some time since I’d felt a man against me like this, causing my passion to go from zero to sixty in seconds. Jolts of desire raced through me, running down my body from the top of my head to explode between my legs. The fact that he was my captor wasn’t even a factor at this point. All that mattered were the feelings racing through me, increasing by the second.
“Hey, supper is almost ready if you two want to get in here,” Ash called from the other room. His voice was like a splash of cold water hitting me and bringing me crashing back to my senses.
What in the hell was I doing?
My eyes sprang open and I slipped my hands from his back to his chest, giving him a strong push as I struggled to sit up. “That…” My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, leaving me at a loss for words as I looked up at his smiling face. Scratch that, he wasn’t smiling he was smirking. There was a cockiness in his grin and eyes that was undeniable.
“It’s fine. No need to get jumpy.” He stood and offered me his hand.
With a huff, I batted his hand away and stood. “I’m fine.”
Before I could escape, he blocked my path. “I don’t think you are. I think you’re trying to tell yourself you don’t want me when you do.”
My eyes narrowing, I gave him the dirtiest stare I could muster. “I don’t want you. So if you’ll excuse me, Ash is calling us.” Giving him a push, I scurried past him and into the kitchen where I was greeted by an array of delicious aromas. The need for Phoenix was quickly replaced for the feed of whatever it was that Ash had whipped up.
“I hope you like pork chops and mashed potato.” Ash flipped a chop on the frying pan, making it sizzle and smoke, renewing the mouth-watering aroma.
“I certainly do.”
“Take a seat baby, I’ll set the table.” Phoenix came up behind me and gave me a light slap on the ass. The slap reminded me of the spanking Ash had given me, and as I looked from one man to the other heat began to color my cheeks.
At least he’s got his shirt back on, I mused, taking the spot at the center of the table where they’d seated me previously.
As Phoenix set the table, I rolled my eyes when he placed a new set of plastic cutlery in front of me. “Seriously? Can’t trust me with regular silverware yet?”
There was no hesitation in his response. “Nope.”
Looking over my shoulder, Ash was stacking pork chops onto a platter as Phoenix grabbed the potatoes and a small pot of something else.
“I made a mushroom sauce for the pork chops; it goes great on the potato.” Ash placed the platter of pork chops in front of me.
I looked up and into Ash’s dark blue eyes and smiled. “You know, I’d have never thought of you as someone who could cook.”
“Why’s that?” He placed a bowl of creamy white sauce in front of me next to the platter.
“Don’t know.” I shrugged. “I’d have figured you’d have a woman – or old lady whatever it is that you call them – at home doing that for you.”
He shrugged. “Nope. Don’t have one of those.” He left and reappeared with a pitcher of water and glasses.
“You’ve never been married?”
“Neither one of us has.”
