“The only thing I promised my club was that I would get you away from the Southern Mafia and protect you. I’ve done that. What happens next is up in the air and up to my discretion.”
Her hand slowly moves down my torso, her eyes staying connected to mine, showing me all of her, every fucking ounce, and I want to keep it.
Keep her.
I’m so fucking fucked.
When her fingers grip my belt, that feeling of being fucked slowly vanishes, and another one consumes me… the sensation ofwantingto fuck—her.
I should push her away.
I don’t.
Wrapping my fingers around her wrist at my belt, I start to do just that.
CHAPTER
FIVE
JAMES
Those blue eyesfocus on mine, and I know he’s not looking anywhere but at me. I’m the only person in the whole world. At least, that’s how he makes me feel. He sees only me.
It’s the most unnerving turn-on I’ve ever experienced. I want him to touch more than just my wrist. I want his eyes on more than just my own.
I want him everywhere.
I don’t ask him why his club wants to keep me safe. I already know the answer to that. My sister… mother—my bio mom—made some kind of deal with them.
I’m sure she did.
Those vests, those bikes, I know she’s involved in some way. And she also tried to talk me out of the contract I signed, but it was too late. I can’t imagine who else even knows who the hell I am in that club.
“What happens next, Nash?” I chance asking in a whisper.
Nash’s nostrils flare, and just when I think he’s going to push me away from him, his head comes down, and his mouth is on mine.
He.
Kisses.
Me.
His beard scratches against my skin, but it’s softer than I imagined. He has my hand trapped between us at his belt, but with my other hand, I lift and slide my fingers through his beard at his jaw.
I have to touch him. I need to feel any part of him beneath my fingertips. I get what I want, and it’s amazing. I go for it, whole hog. I’m not going to sit around here while I get passed around by these men.
I might have made the biggest mistake of my life, but I’m not about to just accept that fate, not when I’ve been given a second chance. Nash is sexy as hell. Even if my brain is a jumbled-up mess, I could hitch my star to him and enjoy the ride.
And I have a feeling that if this man decides to keep me, it’s going to be a damn good ride, too, if nothing else. Plus, it gives me more time to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.
It sounds bad. I’m going to have sex with this guy because I don’t want to be thrown to the wolves. If I get him to like me, to keep me for himself, then maybe that will be a situation that could benefit both of us mutually until I figure out what I’m going to do.
So I give it my all.
Opening my mouth, I accept his tongue inside of me. My entire body feels as if it’s been electrocuted. He tastes me, his tongue tangling with mine as he consumes all of me. And I let him, too. Not justlethim. Iwanthim to.
I want him to taste every inch of me.