Page 11 of Sean Collins

S.C. chuckles, and its sound rides down my spine in a delicious tingle. My core burns as my breasts brush his chest as we slowly dance in a circle.

“We used to be the main gun runners for them back in the day,” he confesses. “It has not been easy to extricate ourselves from them. Then, there was the issue with the judge. We found out that he struck a deal with the mafia. They stormed his house one day and took him and his family hostage. It was a good thing that my brother Creed was in love with his daughter because that is all that saved his ass. We went in and stomped the mafia.”

“And they just accepted the loss?” I ask, frowning. The Russians were hard and more the eye-for-an-eye type than the runaway type.

He chuckles again, and it goes straight to my core. “No, they didn’t,” S.C. admits. “It became an all-out war, but something good came out of it. We were able to rescue our mafia princess, and she has been an integral part of the club ever since.”

S.C. holds me tighter, and we make a few revolutions on the dance floor, just enjoying the music and the feel of being in each other’s arms. He eventually breaks the silence. “Now, tell me what you are really doing here. I have a feeling that story about a girl who watched her parents get gunned down is a little more personal than you let on.” He strokes my back as if to soothe me for something he doesn’t even know is true.

Does S.C. suspect that I will just tell him the entire story, that my entire life has only been about vengeance against the people who prey on those people weaker than them? But at the same time, this doesn’t seem to be a trap, and Eliza has signaled the place is clear.What is he really up to?

Perhaps sensing my hesitation, S.C. tips my chin up and looks into my eyes. “It’s okay, Elora; you can trust me. I am here to help you when you are ready.”

Something in me breaks at those words. Besides my crew, I have been walking this path alone for so long, and the offer to have someone else share that burden is almost too much to bear. Little do I know, S.C. moves his face closer and closer to mine, giving me plenty of time to move away. But I don’t want to – I want to feel his lips on mine. When it happens, I feel disappointed as it ends in a second. He is testing the waters, making absolutely sure this is what I want.

There is a war going on inside my brain. A part of me is screaming not to trust him. He is one of them – a gun-running, drug-dealing biker who is just luring me in. But another part of my brain fights back and says that S.C. has given me no reason not to trust him. Besides, he is really hot.

My thoughts scatter as his lips come down on mine again, taking little nips that make me want to moan, forgetting that we are in public. I open my mouth to deepen our kiss. There is no other way to explain the complete way S.C. takes over the kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as his flavor floods my brain, and then I forget about everything. I get more excited as his hands slide into my hair, and he kisses me gently again. I can’t help but let out a whimper. I don’t ever want S.C.’s lips to leave mine. He pulls back and looks down at me, his eyes shining with desire. There are no words exchanged; we are in our own little world, and the rest of the people in the restaurant don’t exist.

S.C. lowers his head again. Starting at the corner of my mouth, he places little kisses around my lips until his tongue seeks entrance into my mouth once more. I open my lips a little to let him in, and his tongue teases mine, mimicking what he would like to do to me in bed. My body burns and my thoughts scatter as he continues to kiss me torridly.

When our kiss ends, S.C. puts his chin on top of my head. I can feel him breathing hard, even though we have already stopped dancing a while ago. He is as affected by the kiss as I am, and now, I have a decision to make.

Chapter Fourteen

Sean

Elora’s sweet taste floods my mouth, and I grip the back of her dress, bringing her closer to me. My blood is roaring in my head, and it is hard to remember that we are in public.

I have been waiting to kiss this woman since I saw her at the saloon. Elora is more than receptive to my kisses; she’s giving as good as she is getting. My hands move to her hips and pull her as close to me as I dare. Her hands are in my hair, tugging me forward, asking for more. I look at her swollen lips and lust-clouded eyes and feel as if I am going to explode right here on the dance floor.

“What do you say about coming back to my place?” My voice is rough, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes. “You can trust me, Elora. I promise that nothing will happen to you as long as you are with me.” I rub my hands down her arms and give her another kiss. I draw it out, making it slow and sensual, even when all I want to do is devour Elora in quick, greedy bites. She responds with a small moan.

I pull back and gaze at Elora as she bites her lower lip and nods. She reaches up to turn off her earpiece and drop it in her purse. I leave a wad of cash on the table to cover our bill and lead her out of the restaurant before she changes her mind.

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We stand in my bedroom, where the only light comes from the moon filtering to the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving us a view of the desert and the Rio Grande. Elora gasped when I lead her straight to the window.

“This view,” she whispers in awe as I come up behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing my hands down her arms.

“This is why I built the house here; it makes me feel as if the desert is only mine.”

Elora nods and turns her head to give me better access to her neck. I know that she can understand my need for solitude as I have sensed it in her as well. She moves again to meet my lips hungrily. As much as I want to rush and take her fast, I don’t want to ruin this moment. If I have learned anything about Elora over our few encounters, it’s that she is not one to settle in one place. She hasn’t come out and said it in so many words, but I can read between the lines. If this is the only time that I get to be with her, I want it to be memorable. I am going to explore every inch of her magnificent body and pleasure her as she has never experienced before.

Elora steps away from me, her eyes never leaving mine as she grips the hem of her little black dress. Slowly, as if she too wants to draw out the moment, she peels it away from her body, revealing tantalizing bits of long legs and creamy skin until she is finally standing in front of me in just scraps of black lace.

The urge to take and plunder roars through my veins, but when I collect her into my arms, my kiss is gentle and exploring. Elora sighs as my hands roam her body. Her head falls back as I brush my thumbs over her already hard nipples. She moves closer, cuddling my erection with her hips, teasing me more2w.

Two can play that game, though. Grinning, I leave her luscious lips and trail little kisses down the long slim column of her neck. When I nip at her collarbone, she gasps and shivers. I do it again, and Elora leans into me, pressing her hips against mine and letting out a soft moan.

I continue to move my lips down, taking one taut nipple in my mouth and licking it through the lace. She hooks a leg around my hips to get better access and grinds her hips against mine, seeking release. I move to her other nipple, biting and sucking it, enjoying the sexy sounds she makes. I look up and see her head thrown back, her lean body on display for me as she grinds herself into me.

I lick Elora’s nipple again while sliding a hand down her stomach and into the sorry excuse for panties she wears. The small triangle barely covers her sweet spot. As I feel her for the first time, I almost lose it. Elora is hot, wet, and ready for me. Excited, I flick her clit with a finger, and her eyes alight with passion. She takes my head in her hands and assaults my mouth, trying to drive me wild.

In response, I slip one finger inside her wet channel, causing her inner walls to squeeze me hard. Slipping in another finger and using my thumb to massage her clit, I start moving my fingers in and out. Her legs tremble and her kisses become more frantic as I feel her muscles contract. She orgasms with a scream, and I work her until she is limp and satisfied in my arms.

Elora’s eyelids are heavy, and a smile of satisfaction is planted on her swollen lips.

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