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“Why?” Yarder demanded, his tone harsh and accusatory.
Confusion swept over me. Why was he so upset? “Because to make scrambled eggs, I need to crack the eggs,” I answered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Yarder strode over to me, pinning me against the counter with his powerful frame. My heart raced as I met his intense gaze, feeling his breath against my skin.
“Oh my,” Sloane whispered. “It’s like a romance novel coming to life.”
“I need to start reading if this is what your books are like,” Olive muttered.
“Yarder, you’re kind of scaring me,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
“I woke up, and you weren’t there,” he growled low, his eyes boring into mine.
“I thought I could make you breakfast,” I offered, confusion still clouding my mind.
“You weren’t there,” he repeated, his voice softer this time, laced with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
His fingers tangled in my hair, drawing me closer until our lips were mere inches apart. “We never leave each other without telling the other one where we’re going,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that caught me off guard.
“We don’t?” I questioned, my mind racing to make sense of his words.
He shook his head. “Not after last night.”
A wave of understanding washed over me, and I leaned into his touch, my fear melting away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling a sense of warmth spread through me as his lips met mine in a gentle kiss.
“Do you want me to bring you breakfast or...?” I began, but Yarder shook his head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“We’re going back to bed, babe,” he declared, his voice husky with desire. Before I could protest, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me out of the kitchen.
“Swoon activated,” Sloane sighed. “I need to go find my biker.”
“And I’m off to locate my Romeo,” Dove muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Well, this is some bullshit,” Olive called. “My savior is dead asleep in our room, with Rocky sleeping on the couch.”
“We’ll be back in an hour,” Sloane called. “Keep the coffee warm,” she instructed.
As Yarder carried me back to our bedroom, Sloane and Dove followed but peeled off into their rooms before Yarder got to our door. I couldn’t help but smile.
Yarder strode into our room, his demeanor oozing with raw masculinity. In one swift motion, he tossed me onto the bed, his eyes burning with intensity as he pinned me with his gaze. I pushed my hair out of my face, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the flurry of emotions swirling within me.
“That was totally hot, but I also can’t believe you did that in front of Sloane, Olive, and Dove,” I remarked, my voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “And the cameras!” I exclaimed. “You just gave the whole world a show.”
Yarder kicked off his pants, his movements fluid and purposeful, before climbing over me. “You’re mine, Poppy. I don’t give a fuck who knows it. We kind of passed out before I could get that out there, but you’re mine. For all the club and cameras to see, you are mine,” he asserted, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “Does that mean you are mine, then?” I inquired, searching his eyes for confirmation.
Yarder pressed a tender kiss to my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “Yeah,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.
A simple word, yet it carried a weight far beyond its syllables. It held promises of passion, commitment, and a future filled with possibilities. I held onto his words, savoring the warmth they brought to my heart.
He trailed kisses down my neck, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. With a swift motion, he pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me bare before him. His touch was electric, sending waves of desire coursing through my veins.
“I know we’re still getting to know each other, Poppy,” Yarder began, his voice low and husky. “But last night was the start of us. You and me. I’m not into playing games or hard to get. I want you, and I’m pretty damn sure you want me too. Am I right?”
I nodded silently, unable to form words in the face of his unwavering gaze. His words echoed in my mind, resonating with a truth I couldn’t deny. In Yarder’s arms, I felt alive, desired, and utterly cherished.
“So, you are mine, and I am yours,” he declared, his words hanging in the air like a sacred vow.
