Page 111 of Dangerous Attraction

Pausing, I look at my best friend, noticing the hopeful glint in her eyes, and although I know Michael will never be accepting of me being around the Steel Devils, I nod and smile softly at her.

"Yeah, maybe he will."

Waving my fingers goodbye, I close the door and trudge over to the porch steps, huffing as I reach the top and open the door to the empty bar.

One more day, then Reeve will be back.

With disappointment coursing through my veins, I slowly make my way up the stairs and through the living room to Reeve's bedroom.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I check for any messages from Reeve as I push the door open and kick my shoes off, groaning when I see no new ones.

"Something wrong, Red?"

I jump, head snapping up. I gasp when I see Reeve sitting on the edge of his bed with a cheeky smile spread across his handsome face.

My eyes scan the length of him, running over his dark, tousled hair, down to his electric blue eyes that are twinkling with mirth. He rubs a large, inked hand over his thick beard, and my gaze catches on his dusty-pink lips.

His leather cut is tight around his shoulders, accentuating the muscles in his arms, and the light gray top he's wearing makes the dark tattoos littering his skin stand out.

My gaze drops to the black denim jeans stretched across his thighs before darting back up to his face to study his features again.

"You're really here," I mutter, still not confident he's not a figment of my imagination.

He chuckles and pushes himself up from the bed, standing only a few feet away from me.

"I couldn't bear being away from you for another day. As soon as the deal was done and I was sure everyone would be okay without me, I rode back by myself. I needed to be back here… with you."

A smile splits across my face. I hurriedly walk toward him, lift onto my tiptoes, and wrap my hands around the back of his neck.

He ducks down, arms circling my waist, and we both lean toward each other until our lips connect.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Reeve

Sliding my hands over her rounded hips and down to the crease beneath her ass, I hoist her into my arms.

Our kiss turns hungry, and she winds her legs around me, pulling our bodies flush together.

Keeping one hand secured on her lower back, I twist the other into her hair, tilting her head to the side and giving myself better access to tangle my tongue with hers.

Spinning us around, I lean down and gently place her on the mattress. Hovering above her, our lips continue sliding against each other, heavy breaths mingling.

She locks her ankles together, dragging me down. I groan when my pulsing dick connects with her core.

Tearing my lips from hers, I place kisses along her jaw and her neck, subtly drawing her skin into my mouth.

"Fuck, I've missed you," I whisper, nipping at her with my teeth.

She hisses, hips bucking up to meet mine.

"Feeling's mutual," she breathes, then grabs my head and brings my mouth back to hers.

Tucking her fingers beneath my leather cut, she starts tugging at the material around my shoulders, trying and failing to get it off of me.

Reluctantly removing my hands from her body, I lean back and remove it for her, then resume my position.

Before I can capture her lips, she shakes her head and loosens her legs around my waist, pushing me away.