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Chapter 9
Trigger couldn’t find the words to describe the emotions surging through him when Harley stood before him, wearing the jewelry he’d given her. She had accepted his claim. Not as his old lady, but close enough.
He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to her, not pulling back until they were both breathless. Then he let out a loud whoop, causing several heads to turn their way. Her eyes widened as if she realized he was getting ready to do something crazy.
“Trigger, don’t—”
But her warning came too late. He’d already leaned forward and planted his shoulder into her mid-section before straightening, leaving her draped over his shoulder.
She shrieked and smacked his shoulder. “Trigger, if you don’t put me down, I swear I’m going to shoot your ass.”
Instead of heeding her warning, he spanked her curvy bottom, making her jerk against him and cry out. Catcalls and whistles trailed them as he walked away from the group toward his place.
“This is bullshit, Trigger. Don’t make me regret putting these earrings on,” she complained.
He laughed as he kept moving. “If you still feel that way tomorrow morning, I’ll let you walk away, no questions asked—if you can walk.”
“Jerk,” she grumbled before relaxing.
It didn’t take them long to reach their destination without her struggling. Surprisingly, she didn’t protest as he unlocked the front door before closing it and secured it behind them. Then he carried her straight to his bedroom before bending down to lower her to the bed. She hit his shoulder as soon as he crawled over her.
“Don’t make a habit of that,” she grumbled.
“Why not?” he asked as he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until their positions were reversed. “You like it.”
“That’s beside the point,” she mumbled.
It would be easier to focus on that tidbit of revealing information if her breasts weren’t pressed right up against his chest. Plump and ripe, the sensual weight of them sizzled through him, making another part of his anatomy take notice.
It swelled even more than it already had during the stroll back to his place.
She noticed.
Trigger shrugged helplessly. What could he say? He wanted her. He’d made that plain enough over the past several months. His having a hard-on, particularly when she was nuzzled so closely up against him, shouldn’t come as any real surprise.
She bit her bottom lip, smothering some sort of noise, then dropped her head against the curve of his shoulder. Her warm breath fanned over his neck, eliciting another burst of reaction, and he felt his dick stir against her, seeking her like some carnal divining rod.
To his everlasting joy and torment, she scooted closer and slid her nose along his throat, breathing him in, then pressed her lips against him, tasting his neck. And the hell of it? He had to let her. They were still on shaky ground, and he knew that one of the things that made her back away quicker than anything else was feeling like she wasn’t in control.
Trigger bit back a curse as she slipped farther up along his body but somehow managed to get an arm around her, then slipped his hand up under her shirt, touching her sleek, warm skin.
So soft... Softer than he’d dared to imagine.
She answered him with another retaliation of her own, sliding her hand along his jaw, then turning his head and pressing her lips against his. Her kiss was slow and thorough, laced with an undercurrent of desperation and urgency. Her entire little body hummed with it, vibrating like a struck piano wire. She shifted, drawing herself more closely to him, and ran her hand down over his chest, then lower still as she cupped him through his jeans.
He would have come up off the mattress if she hadn’t held him down, stilling him with a deeper kiss. Stroking him through his jeans, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, mimicking a more intimate act, and he felt an ooze of pleasure leak from his dick, a warning of what was to come.
Literally.
It was mind-boggling. But strangely thrilling, he had to admit.
Not content to merely touch him through his clothes anymore, he felt Harley’s hand at the button on his jeans, felt it give. She couldn’t lower the zipper without it giving them away, but she’d used the silent breath he’d sucked in as an opportunity to slide her hot little fingers over the head of his penis, coating him with his cream.
