Page 72 of Taming Raptor

Relief loosened his shoulders, and he got out. Though I wanted to wait to have him open the door for me, I was afraid that I’d jump into his arms.

And he needed to sweat it a little.

But damn. The man was larger than life. When he cornered me against the side of his big ol’ freaking truck, my self-restraint evaporated, and I was a goner. I grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him down to kiss me. What started as his laughing against my lips quickly turned to a groan.

His hands and mine were everywhere. My need to explore his body bordered on desperation.

Thoughts of danger and death, the furthest thing from my mind.

In my defense, it had been months since I’d been with him and I wasn’t just falling off the wagon, I was jumping off head first. Before I knew it, my maxi dress was bunched around my hips, and he held my ass in his hands. Both breathless and eager, we fought to be closer—to lose the barriers between us. With little effort, he had me hoisted up and his teeth pulled the fabric over to expose my tits to his hungry mouth.

“Adrien,” I sighed when his lips closed over my nipple and whimpered when he sucked hard. The feel of his teeth scraping my skin and sinking into my flesh had me writhing as my inhibitions were cast by the wayside. My head fell back to the truck as everything around us disappeared.

A throat clearing sifted through my consciousness. When I realized what I was hearing, I tugged at his dark hair. “Adrien!” I whisper-yelled as my heart raced for another reason.

With a theatrical growl, he released me with a wet pop. “What the fuck do you want, Gator?”

“Well, I came out to have a smoke before I crashed and wasn’t planning on a porno for entertainment when I did so. But hey, I’m always up to watch some fucking if that’s what y’all are into,” he replied and though I could hear the teasing in his tone, I wanted to crawl in a hole. In my past, I wouldn’t have given two shits about someone seeing me fucking. The problem was, I didn’t know these guys and the last thing I wanted was to be looked at or treated like a pass-around. After all, I’d arrived with one brother and here I was practically fucking their president in front of the clubhouse.

“Fuck. Off.” Adrien snapped as he stepped away from the vehicle, with me still held aloft in his muscular arms.

Cheeks burning, I buried my face in his neck as I tried not to giggle.

Grumbling under his breath, he stormed in through the door Gator held open, and stomped to his room. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and had me braced against it. He nibbled on my earlobe, then my neck, sending shivers of pleasure skating across my skin. Needy, I speared my fingers in his hair and held him in place.

“Mmm, you smell good,” he mumbled as he nuzzled behind my ear. Ever accommodating, I tilted my head to grant him better access.

Instead of continuing on, he gently set me to my feet causing me to huff and pout as I went weak in the knees. He grinned mischievously.

“Remember I said I had something for you?” He interspersed his words with light feathered kisses along my heated flesh.

“It’s not your cock?”

He practically sputtered with laughter before the smile fell from his face and he searched my gaze. “I mean, yeah, sure, but there’s something I need to do for you, first.”

“Okay?” I decided to play along as I gave him a coy tip of my lips. Besides, this was definitely better than the bullshit events of my life over the last few months.

“Go in the bathroom and get ready. Don’t come out until I call for you.”

“Um, sure. But what exactly am I getting ready for?” I asked in a hesitant and distrustful drawl.

“You’ll see.”

With pursed lips and a narrowed gaze, I studied him. “Trying to win me over with mystery?”

“Is that all it takes?”

“Hell, no. You’ll need to work harder than that.” I shot him a smirk.

A rumble started in his chest, and he swatted my ass, making my mouth fall open.

Using two fingers, he lifted my chin as he stared in my eyes. Then in a no-nonsense demand, he uttered a single word. “Go.”

Heart fluttering and body tingling, I nodded and hurried to the bathroom. When I closed the door, it was to find a pale pink nightie in the richest satin, with a matching sheer robe. Unable to stop myself, I traced the embroidered cream roses that ran across the top of the bodice and dipped low in the center where the satin was open to the hem. This was not a gown for sleeping, this was pure seduction.

Letting my dress fall to the floor, I set the robe on the sink. Then I slipped the nightie over my head, reveling in the way the luxurious fabric caressed my breasts as it fell. My hot pink panties didn’t exactly match. Thankful I’d had time to do a little maintenance before he picked me up, I pushed them off. Then I pushed my arms through the robe and gazed in the mirror to assess. The supple, clingy material did nothing to hide that my nipples were hard and aching. Removing the clip, I let my dark hair drift down to lay in waves around my shoulders. It set off the blue of my eyes, but the rosy hue of my cheeks wasn’t from makeup.

“You ready?” I heard him call from the bedroom.

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