Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
He knew it was wrong, but he just didn’t give a fuck. She didn’t belong out there in a world where she wasn’t protected from predators like him. He could do that. He could keep her safe, and she could damn well make him feel human when he’d lost that ability too long ago. Every fucking thing in the world had a price. Everything—especially safety.
His mouth left hers and trailed fire over her chin and down her throat. Deliberately, taking a chance, he dragged the front of her dress down to find the curves of her tits. He planned on apologizing later. After all, he’d been so far gone he wasn’t thinking straight. The trouble was, it was the truth.
Her soft curves were fuller than he’d thought. So beautiful. Round and high. Jutting toward the heat of his mouth, wanting freedom. He bent his head and took the left one deep into his mouth, tongue flattening her nipple to the roof of his mouth. Stroking caresses.
Soleil’s head fell back, her tit pushing deeper, as if she were feeding herself to him. Her hands came up, one under her breast, the other at the back of his head, holding him there. It was hot. It was sexy. He heard himself groan, and it shocked him. He stroked over and over with his tongue, suckling, and then, his cock pulsing in time to his heart, dared to use the edge of his teeth. Carefully. Almost gently. An exquisite torture.
She groaned, and both his heart and his cock jumped. She was beyond perfection. Beyond anything he could have conjured up on his darkest night, when he was so in need, he didn’t think he could make it one more second let alone through the long night.
Abruptly, before it was too late for both of them, he pulled back, using his crystalline blue eyes unashamedly. “I’m so sorry, Soleil. I’ve never lost it like that before in my life.” He poured sincerity into his voice, although for the first time he was telling the truth.
Very gently he pulled the top of her dress up. “Really, baby, I’m sorry. Must be the fuckin’ liquor and the fact that you kiss like sin.”
She touched his face, a barely there whisper of her fingers across his mouth. His heart stuttered in his chest. “You weren’t the only one, Ice. I lost it too.”
He could fall in love with her right there in the fucking ladies’ room of the bar. “I’ll be right outside.” Getting her another drink. Making sure his plan was carried out step by step. Losing her wasn’t an option.
He stepped back out of the room, giving her privacy and his body a reprieve. The moment the door closed with Soleil inside, his brothers crowded around him.
* * *
Soleil knew she was going to burn in hell forever. This was so wrong. It didn’t matter that he was trying to seduce her. It didn’t even matter why she’d come to the biker bar in the first place. She’d come and she’d chosen to stay. That had been her choice, and she’d stayed because of Ice. She wanted him to seduce her. She wanted to have a night of pure, perfect, tipsy sex with a gorgeous biker like Ice. But more than anything, she wanted to keep him.
She wanted to keep his friends, who thought they were so cleverly helping him with his plan. The hand-off of glasses was almost cute. The bumps to bring him closer to her. The way they chose the music so he could dance with her. They really were like a family, trying to help their brother get what he wanted. She loved that he wanted her.
Ice had almost managed to make her forget what had made her run from the hotel and her life. She hated her life. She really hated Winston. She detested who she’d become over the years. It wasn’t who she was inside. She was this girl. The one in the bar, plying the gorgeous man with drinks, just as he was doing to her, in the hopes of getting her way.
What were the real chances of riding off into the sunset on the back of his bike, far from her life? Probably zero. She rubbed her temples and looked at herself in the mirror. If she really did seduce him into marriage, how would she keep him? She clearly wasn’t all that interesting. She didn’t have anything but money to offer him, and he was a biker. He liked being free. Sex? He probably got that on the daily. It wasn’t even ethical. Moral. What was she thinking? Was she really that desperate?
The answer was yes. She was so damn tired of being alone. Of hotels. Of silence. Or disgusting, vile people like Winston, and now she was actually thinking of becoming one and tricking Ice into marriage. It wasn’t like trapping him. He had a choice, but not if he was drunk. Her conscience wasn’t going to let her do it. That had always been her problem. She wanted to be a bad girl, but there was always that moment when she weighed whether she should do something against whether she wanted to do it.