Page 51 of Empower

Then I heard, “You fucking mean that?”

I grinned, huge, “Yeah, I do.”

Again, he was silent for a beat, and then, he said, “Fuck it. I’ll be right there.”

And by right there, he meant, right there, because in fifteen minutes, I heard the rumble of his bike.

Smiling, I walked to my front door, opened it, and smiled, huge.

He climbed off his bike, tore off his helmet, hung it on his handlebars, and then he was prowling up my front walk.

Within the next breath, his hands were in my hair, his head was coming down, I was up on my tiptoes and then finally, oh finally, he pressed his lips to mine.

Electrical currents passed through my body as my lips met his.

His tongue swept out and teased my lips open.

He tasted like whiskey, mint, and mine.

He pulled back suddenly, then rested his forehead on mine, and there, he whispered, “Fuck, we don’t stop now, we won’t fucking stop.”

I felt a tingle between my legs, something I’d never felt before when I whispered, “Who says we have to stop?”

He groaned audibly.

“Precious, I just unloaded a lot of information on you. You need...” I shut him up by standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his.

“I’m a twenty-one-year-old woman, Vance. I might be a hell of a lot younger than you, but I know my mind. I know my body. I know what I want. We’ve been tiptoeing around this for way too long. I won’t have another second without you being mine and me being yours.”

I swallowed, “Now, you either come into this house we get started on making us, an us, or you get on your bike, go back to the clubhouse or wherever the fuck ever, and you take time to think about what you want.”

I stepped back and stood there in my open doorway.

I heard him growl, and then he moved, “I don’t need fucking time.”

With that, I was up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my ass, stalking in my house, and kicking my door closed.

We both moved at the same time. So fast that I couldn’t tell you who moved first.

Our mouths fused together.

Our tongues danced to a rhythm only the two of us understood.

He took us to my bedroom,

The moment he sat us down on the edge of my bed, we broke apart.

As I stared into his eyes, suddenly a life with Storm flashed before my eyes.

I saw my wedding dress.

Our kids.

Thirty years from now.

A front porch.

Cold iced teas.