Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
His body language also gave nothing away.
Was he trying to hide something? Or was she overthinking it?
She stopped toe-to-toe with him and grabbed his shirt, peeling it up and off him, to expose his very impressive, tattooed chest. She smoothed both hands over his heated skin and followed the contours of his muscles.
He continued to hide his thoughts and, surprisingly, had zero reaction to her touching him. So, she bent her knees enough so she could draw her tongue from his belly button up his abs and between his defined pecs.
He fisted her hair tightly like a ponytail and growled, “Woman.”
Well, that got a reaction.
She paused to flick one of his dark, pebbled nipples with the tip of her tongue before doing the same to the other. When she straightened, the look on his face made her pussy pulse with every thump of her heart.
It was also getting slicker by the second.
They needed to get this moving before she ended up in a huge puddle at his feet.
Leaning into him, she drew her nose along his throat while inhaling the scent typical of a biker—exhaust, leather, weed and something else she couldn’t identify—at the same time working his belt buckle open and unfastening his jeans.
Heat radiated from him like a furnace and seared her everywhere she touched. But it also drew her like a moth to a flame.
She shouldn’t like him.
She shouldn’t want him.
She shouldn’t have let him into her apartment.
But she did.
She didn’t know what his “secret sauce” was that made him so damn irresistible but now she semi-understood why he had plenty of women at his fingertips for his use and disposal.
Maybe after tonight, she’d be the next one kicked to the curb.
He might even block her number and tomorrow night be on the prowl for his next conquest.
Would she care? She wanted to say no, but that might no longer be true.
Doing this was not a good idea.
In fact, all of this was a very bad idea.
Despite her gut instinct, she shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down anyway.
Or until they got hung up on his erection. The second she freed him, he grabbed his cock to slowly stroke his length as he stepped out of the jeans and underwear nested at his feet.
It was no lie that Romeo was quite a specimen. It always surprised her when bikers worked out. Before her family became a part of the Fury, she didn’t know much about bikers or motorcycle clubs and would’ve thought they all had beer bellies and violent tempers.
It was obvious that Romeo took care of himself. Maybe to get more women? Maybe for his own pride? She didn’t know, but she appreciated the effort he put into his physique.
While he was naked, she could forget for a while that he was a biker. Being naked, she saw him as she would anyone else.
“Now you.”
His voice was so deep and gravelly, it caused tingles to explode through her, made her nipples ache, her pussy clench and her breathing to become a bit ragged.
“You’re not going to help?” The huskiness in her own voice caught her off guard.
“Fuck no. Gonna watch you get naked.” Her split-second hesitation had him growling, “Woman, do it now,” next.
Another good reminder of who he was.
A bossy biker. Whether wearing his club’s colors on a cut or inked onto the skin of his bare back.
Everything she thought she did not want in a man.
Chapter Twenty-Five
As Romeo watched Maddie take her time peeling off the little she wore, he slowly stroked his rock-hard dick.
When she was finally naked, they stared at each other from only a few feet apart. The distance might as well be the width of the Allegheny River. She was too fucking far away, and he was dying for her to be pressed against him. Despite that, he first wanted to appreciate the woman before him by using only his eyes.
He’d get to touch and taste her soon enough.
Her breathing shallowed and a flush worked its way up her chest into her cheeks when her heated gaze followed his fist sliding up and down his hard length.
Her hair draped loosely around her slender shoulders and was long enough for a few stray strands to fall across her full tits. Both her puckered nipples and the anticipation of tasting her cunt again made his mouth water.
The chili had been damn good, but if asked, Maddie would be his preferred meal.
She was so fucking tempting.
And too damn addicting.
Normally, if he was interested in a woman, he simply turned on the charm and it usually didn’t take much effort to get her exactly where he wanted her. If she ended up being a pain in the ass, he quickly moved on and turned his attention to the next woman who caught it.
Plenty of warm, slick pussies existed out there. No reason to work too hard to get one.