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Every hot, wet sweep of his tongue made me shudder. My panties were a sopping mess just a minute into the kiss and I didn’t care as I pushed my chest against his and let my hands crawl up the black t-shirt to feel his hot, soft skin. The rock-hard muscles that bunched and flexed under my palm.

I moaned into his mouth and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist so the hot ridge of him rested exactly where I was hot and wet for him.

One hand tangled in my hair while the other gripped my ass, squeezing and kneading as I moved against him, enjoying the hard length of him, the barely contained control that stretched with every swipe of my tongue. I nipped at his bottom lip and let out a whimper as he pulled me flush against his cock, and in the next second he tore his mouth from mine.

“Too much?” There was something about this man that made me act outside myself. I wasn’t this bold and aggressive when it came to intimacy, but with Hawk, I took what I wanted and gave him what I thought he wanted.

“Never.” He was panting heavily as he searched my face.

I stared back, shocked at what I saw in his eyes. It was a blend of want and affection, yearning and a dark desire that made it difficult to swallow. It had to be the visual embodiment of the feelings that tore through me when I looked at him. Kissed him. Got devoured by him. “Then, what?”

His lips pulled into a teasing grin. “Nothing. Just needed a breath.” And then his mouth was on mine again and this time he didn’t let up, didn’t give me a second to save myself from drowning in his kisses or his pleasure. There was no lifeboat to save me from this and I didn’t want it. I wanted to drown in this man because I felt like the me I was supposed to be when we were together. Because the pleasure he gave me was unlike any I’d ever experienced. Because when his green eyes settled on me, they swirled with so many emotions, many I’ve never seen aimed in my direction.

My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer, my hunger for him turning to starvation, and I kissed him like nothing else mattered because it didn’t. The whole damn world could burn down around us, and it wouldn’t matter because that kiss was everything I ever wanted.

Ever needed.

It was just plain everything.

Chapter Seventeen

Hawk

“Slate, did you find anything?” We’d all convened at the clubhouse for an unofficial meeting after some unknown asshole had followed Laura last night. “Please tell me you found something.” I raked a hand through my hair, re-tying it to keep it out of my face.

“Not yet, but you only gave it to me about five minutes ago. Rebel, keep him calm, would you?”

Rebel’s gaze flicked to me, and he shrugged. “I don’t think anything will keep him calm. Apparently, our club brothers get bat-shit crazy when someone comes after their woman.”

I opened my mouth to remind them—hell, to remind myself—that Laura wasn’t my woman, but the way they looked at me with laughter in their eyes, I knew it would be pointless. “You’re fucking with me,” I accused.

“I’m not, actually, which is pretty fucking weird all on its own. Let me work my magic and I’ll let you know when I find out who it is,” Slate said.

“Describe the car again,” Diesel requested.

“Red four-door with a slightly rounded body that she pegged as about five or ten years old, max. She didn’t get a make or model, but she got the plate.”

“Smart cookie,” Rocky added with a smile. “Slate will figure it out. Eventually.”

“Everybody’s a fuckin’ critic,” he groaned before he tuned us out.

“You think it’s Los Ochos.” Maverick wasn’t asking a question because he probably knew me best.

I shrugged absently, my mind still stuck on the fear on Laura’s face when she’d gotten home. “I don’t know. They make the most sense given every-fucking-thing that’s happened. But it doesn’t feel right. Los Ochos couldn’t be discreet if their lives depended on it, and they do. But we’ve got no other leads, and one of the Los Ochos members paid her a visit at the ER last night. Seems too much like a coincidence.” My jaw clenched and fire raged through my veins when I thought about the way Laura shook and clung to me as she fell asleep.

“A red sedan isn’t exactly discreet,” Rebel agreed. “But a nurse managed to flag her tail pretty quickly. Are you sure she’s not into some other shit?”

“I’m sure. And since Los Ochos know she’s protected by us, they would’ve been more discreet about following her. The point of this was to scare the fuck out of her.” This was something else, I was sure of it.

“We’ll figure it out,” Diesel promised. “Right now, I need you and Maverick to get to the Fifth Street brothel. Gio says Ochos are harassing the customers.”

Fuck. Brothels worked because they were discreet, and harassing the clientele outside the property was a damn good way to piss off the neighbors and get the law involved. “Let’s go.”

“Handle it without your fists,” Diesel instructed. “If you can.”

Maverick grinned. “I’ll keep Hawk in check,” he promised.

“No need. I’m fine.” I was so fucking far from fine that I’d be surprised if I didn’t slide my blade into one of those fuckers on sight. “We going or what?”

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