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“This place is beautiful,” I said in awe of the blanket of lights nestled in the middle of nowhere.
I got off the back of the motorcycle and looked up at the pitch-black sky, deeply inhaling the night air. Chirps and howls filled the night, and the view of Las Vegas under the starless sky from this vantage point was beyond breathtaking.
Tavish got off his bike, stretched, but sat back down, facing backward. I slid in front of him. He pulled me closer to him, then ran his palms up and down my thighs.
He looked back at the city. “This is where I come when I need to get away from everything and just think. When shit becomes too much, and I need the silence.”
Silence.
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You needed it, and so did I.”
Everything I wanted to say to him and needed to hear was carried away by the swirling wind around us. I relaxed and let it all go. My crazy feelings for him, the anxiety from my brother being missing. All of it. I let it all go and enjoyed the view.
The company.
The silence.
CHAPTER NINE
GRIMM
Why I showed her this place was beyond me. I only knew I needed to erase the look in her eyes after I reminded her of our deal. It was most definitely an asshole move, but necessary, despite how things were changing between us.
And they were changing.
I wasn’t sure if it pissed me off for the shitstorm it would cause, or made me ecstatic for what could be with, essentially, the woman of my dreams. As strange as it was, I knew she wasitfor me if I decided to pursue her.
Either way, life sure as hell knew how to throw me a damn curve ball. The woman who put Angus in prison had me questioning everything.
Could we work? What wouldwelook like to Angus, to my brothers? Did what they thought even matter to me? For the last eleven years, my life has been about nothing but the club. Was there even room for her in my life?
Gina had a heart of gold, despite her job, which I despised. She reminded me a lot of my mother. It was damn clear in the way she’d tried to protect my brother even when his sorry ass didn’t deserve it. Then the affection she had for her brother was even more telling. She was in big sister mode, just like I would have been if Colin or Amelia were missing.
Tonight, she needed this place, and so did I. We were getting ready to go through hell to find her brother, especially if the Bianchi Syndicate was involved.
I pulled my gaze away from the city below and focused on the woman in front of me. My chest tightened, and for the first time in my life, as I enjoyed watching her fall in love with my sacred space, I saw myself taking whatever this was further than I’d ever dreamed of with any other woman.
Her skirt rose and I ran my hands up and down her bare thighs, a contented sigh escaping her lips. As she gazed at me, the world stopped. The only thing that came to mind wasperfect.
She scooted forward, and I hiked her loosely-fitted white skirt up a little more. I inched my hand underneath the billowy fabric and moved her lace panties to the side, finding her bundle of nerves.
“You are so beautiful, Gina. Especially when you come.”
Her laugh shifted to a moan as I worked her clit with perfection. Her body was so reactive to my touch. More receptive than any other woman I’d been with, or maybe I just didn’t give a fuck how any other woman had reacted to the way I’d touched her.
More likely, the latter.
She let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and pulled her lip between her teeth.
She was so fucking stunning. Thick long locs cascaded down her back, and moonlight shined on her dark skin. The way her lips parted while she enjoyed my touch caused something to stir inside me I’d never felt before. I refused to give a name to right now in fear of jinxing that shit because I wanted it. And I wanted it with her.
I wanted her guard down like she was right now. Open for me. Feeling me and enjoying the pleasure she’d only get from me.
“Do you know how bad I want to fuck you right now?” I asked, and not wanting an answer, I tugged on her clit and stuck two fingers inside, gathering more of her arousal. “Christ, you’re fucking wet, Gina. Is all this for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “All for you.”
