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I could tell she was angry with me, but fuck it. I was pissed at her, too. She'd come here to meet with some random guy, and a cop at that. It didn't matter that she claimed to be telling him she wasn't interested. I didn't like it.
The ride was tense. I wasn't going to apologize for the way I acted. She was the only woman I'd ever met who drove me to distraction like this. I pulled into the drive and turned off the motor. Holding out my hand, I helped her off the bike.
She pulled my helmet off, her hair falling around her shoulders as she looked over. "Where are we?"
"My place." I grabbed the helmet from her and pulled my keys from my pocket. They were on a different ring than my bike key. Opening the door, I motioned for her to go inside.
She folded her arms over her chest, a dangerous look flashing over her face. "What if I don't want to go into your house?"
I had to bite back a dark smile. Her anger had grown on the drive and she was no longer off balance and compliant like she'd been in the parking lot. She was acting like she was in charge and I was one of her kids, glaring at me. She was about to learn two things. I wasn't a kid. And she wasn't in charge.
Grabbing her by the upper arm, I escorted her into the house. "Too bad, Baby Girl. We still have more to talk about."
She stumbled a little as I pulled her inside and closed the door. "You can't manhandle me."
I let her go and set the helmet on the table by the door. "Do what I say and I won't."
"Why should I?" she demanded. "You're being completely unreasonable."
"Can you blame me?" I asked. "After everything that's gone on, I find you at a police station talking to a cop?" Her gasp of outrage didn't stop me. "Then you tell me he asked you out?"
"I would never do anything to endanger the club," she argued, hands going straight to her hips, "so don't you dare accuse me of anything like that. And it's not my fault a man asked me out."
"No?" I asked, moving closer to her, stalking her.
Her chin jutted out, and though I saw a flash of surprise in her eyes, she refused to back up as I closed in. "No." She didn't sound as sure anymore. "I-I was telling him I wasn't interested. I don't know why you're so worked up-"
"Don't you?" I asked, grabbing her and yanking her against my body. "I've been careful," I told her. "The last thing I wanted was to scare you, but this is the end of that. I'm tired of walking on fucking eggshells around you, Gwen."
"W-what do you mean?" she stammered.
"You know exactly what the fuck I mean," I growled. "I've tried giving you time. Fuck, I've even tried convincing myself that I don't want you. It's a goddamn lie."
She shook her head, staring up at me with hope and confusion mixing in her gaze. "You don't want me," she insisted.
"The fuck I don't." I didn't give her a chance to argue. My mouth crashed down on hers and I groaned. She tasted just as good as I knew she would. It was a sweet explosion on my tongue and I was desperate for more.
Her hands fisted in the front of my cut as she moaned, opening up for me. I kissed her deeper, stroking her tongue with mine, teasing and tasting every inch of her mouth. Pulling away, I rested my forehead against hers. "Say you want me."
"I-"
"No lies, Sugar."
She nodded, licking her lips, her eyes still glazed with desire. "I do."
"And no fucking cops."
She hesitated, searching my face. "No cops."
Grunting in satisfaction, I let my hands slide down her back, over that round ass, and lifted her by it up into my arms. Her long legs wrapped around my waist. "I've waited for this," I told her, kissing her again. "For you," I said into her mouth. Her gasp of pleasure was all the encouragement I needed to walk back to my bedroom.
CHAPTER 7
Gwen
He laid me back onto his bed, his big body following me down and pinning me to the mattress. The dreams I'd been having of him were about to finally play out in real life. I'd thrown caution to the wind. Other women got to have wild flings with sexy men. Why couldn't I?
"You're fucking perfect," he said, his voice deep and husky with desire.