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She shook her head at his answer.

With his hands still planted on her ass cheeks, he let her slide slowly down his body until she stood on her own two feet, but he didn’t release her. Instead, he dipped his head and held her gaze. “Gonna fuck you.”

A flush hit her cheeks, and a gleam filled her eyes. “I figured.”

“Got fuckin’ jokes about that? You do, get ‘em out now.”

She grinned. “Or forever hold my peace?”

“Good with that.”

“I’m sure you are, since you don’t find my sarcasm funny.”

He slipped one thin strap of her cami off and nibbled across her shoulder. “Tastes better than that damn chili,” he murmured against her skin. “And that shit was the best.”

“Not as spicy?” Her whisper held a shake.

“You still got a fuckin’ bite, though.”

“Are you saying that even though my chili didn’t give you heartburn, I will?”

“Don’t gotta say it, you just did.”

“No one’s forcing you to be here.”

“You are.”

When she pulled her head back, her eyebrows were pinched together. “How am I forcing you to be here? I didn’t even invite you over.”

He pushed the other strap off her shoulder and dragged his tongue along her collarbone. “‘Cause you’re a goddamn irresistible temptation.”

“Should I apologize?”

“Are we done fuckin’ talkin’ yet?”

“Are you?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Apparently,Romeowasdone talking since he shuffled them over to the bed, yanked her off balance and caused them both to crash land onto the mattress. When he rolled, pinning her underneath him, Maddie stared up into his intense, dark eyes and her heart did a somersault.

None of it made sense. Why did she find Romeo so damn hot? So sexy? She never wanted a biker before, even for a fling, so why did she want a womanizer like him?

Not permanently, of course.

But naked.

The man was drool-worthy when only wearing his tattoos. He was also orgasm-inducing because he knew how to use that beard to his advantage.

Beards had never been her thing. Mostly because most men didn’t know how to care for them properly and the longer they got, the scragglier they became. In the past, she’d seen beards that resembled a tumbleweed glued to a man’s chin and cheeks.

Unlike some other bikers, Romeo seemed to take real pride in his facial hair. Maybe because he had no hair on top of his head. Not only was his thick, jet-black beard well-groomed, it fit his face. In truth, it fit him.

“Problem?” came his grumble.

“Only that we’re still both dressed.”

One side of his very kissable mouth pulled up. “Anxious for my dick?”

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