“Yeah,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck and wincing. “Not my best moment.”
She’s still smiling when she steps closer, the bar’s light painting her skin in shadows. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks, or maybe it’s the summer heat. Either way, she looks fucking magical.
“I’m Dominic,” I say, holding out my hand. Fuck again! Did I really just give her my real name?
“Adora,” she replies, her fingers warm against mine.
The name rolls through my head like honey.Adora. It fits her perfectly — the unguarded smile, the pink in her cheeks, the way her eyes glitter when they land on mine. She’s fuckingadorable.
“Can I get your number, Adora?” I’m suddenly pissed I have to go back to the clubhouse tonight. I’d blow Bones off for her in a heartbeat, but I can’t do the same to Pops.
She hesitates for a split second, then nods. Is she just as bewitched as me? I hand her my phone, and she types it in. When she gives it back, her fingers brush mine again. It’s quick, but so fucking electric it zaps through my spine.
“I have to go. See you around, Dominic,” she says, turning the other way. My name on her lips is so addictive, I want to hear her say it again. Soon.
“Yeah,” I murmur, watching her go. “You definitely will.”
The engine growls beneath me when I finally start the bike, but my heartbeat is so much louder.
I call her the very next day. That night she’s on the back of my bike. I take her to the viewpoint outside Willow Harbor, where we talk about everything and nothing at all.
For some reason, I don’t want to stay quiet near her. I don’t want to hide. Those warm eyes of hers make me want to spill every secret I’ve ever buried. Which would be dangerous, but could also lead to something so fucking beautiful.
“You’re not a good girl, are you?” I ask, leaning against my bike, watching her a few feet away, hands gripping the guardrail as she sways slightly from side to side.
Her eyebrows lift. She steps toward me slowly, a sinful smile stretching her lips.
“And what if I’m not?” she whispers, every word a dare.
I’m hooked.
She stops between my legs and traces my lips with her finger. Fuck. I’m done for.
“What if I’m a very, very bad girl?” she murmurs, voice low and wicked, eyes half-lidded. “What would you do to me, Dominic?”
My mind fractures. I don’t fucking know.
Actually, I do. Isofucking do!
“I’ll show you,” I hiss, my hands clamping onto her asscheeks and hauling her closer.
We lean in at the same time, too fast and eager. Her lips miss mine by a fraction, hitting the left corner of my mouth like we’ve never done this before. I guess we haven’t. Not together.
We recover fast. The next second, we’re kissing hard enough that our teeth click, and I already know the taste of her will stay with me for the rest of my life.
I lift her, her legs locking around my waist, and turn to set her sideways on my bike. She bites my lip and moans into my mouth, the vibration shooting through me, straight to my cock.
It doesn’t take long before I’m tugging her jeans and panties down, kicking them free along with her boots, my movements frantic.
Before I know it, I’m kneeling between her legs, spreading her pussy with my thumbs, my mouth watering. She’s watching me now, face unreadable. But her body’s not shy about it, hips canted forward, hands flat behind her.
“Would you look at that,” I tease, brushing a featherlight kiss along her inner thigh. “Already so fucking wet. Let’s see if you can get wetter,” I say, and press my mouth to her pussy, right where she’s already slick and dripping.
She makes a sound — half-choked, disbelieving — and tries to close her legs, but I stop her. I run my tongue up, slow, and her whole body convulses like an electric fence. Her hands clutch at the seat. I flatten my tongue, lick her again, dip the tip inside. She’s hot in my mouth, heat pooling right where I want it, drenching the bike under her.
She moans, tries to say my name, but it comes out as a curse. I laugh into her cunt, lips moving against her, and she shudders hard enough to rattle the bike. I suck her clit, gentle at first, then faster, rougher. She digs her nails into the leather, head thrown back, hair catching the starlight.
I can’t get enough, and she can’t stop shaking. When she comes, it’s all at once, with a deafening scream, body rigid, thighs crushing my head. I keep licking her, softer now, until her trembling turns to laughter.
