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“You sure that’s a good idea, princess?” he said gruffly. He gripped her hips, trying to stop her suggestive moves, but she only tried harder to tempt him.
She spun around and rolled her eyes. His reaction was well worth the act. “Aye, very sure.”
His blue eyes darkened. “Isa, I’m warning you.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, but Doc stepped back before they could connect. “We can’t. Not here,” he said quietly.
Pouting, Isa clenched her jaw and moved farther into the throng of nearby dancers. “Well, I’m not done yet, so I guess you can wait.”
“You know I don’t like to wait.”
“And you know I like to dally.”
She spotted a single man dancing and moved in his direction. Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she swallowed a giggle at the expression on her biker’s face. It was borderline murderous. The man, slightly taller than her, didn’t waste any time. He grabbed her hips and pulled her flush to him, gyrating his hips along with her arse. Never had she felt naughtier or more empowered.
“Isa.”
She heard Doc’s rumbled warning but ignored it.
The song changed to up-tempo rock, and she grinned at her unnamed dance partner. It didn’t matter who she danced with. Doc would be watching, and if he was too ashamed to kiss her or dance with her in front of his brothers, then she’d make him suffer a little.
The man smelling of cheese and ale slid his hands down her hips and to her arse. She didn’t have a chance to correct him before Doc’s large body came into view. With one swift move, he swung her over his shoulder and swatted her left arse cheek.
“What the feck!” She yelped, but it was drowned out by manly laughter. She narrowed her gaze to the table full of club members and opened her mouth to curse them.
Doc walked out of the bar before she could spew one word. She gasped at the unusually cool rain pelting her exposed back.
“That’s bloody cold, you wanker.”
A low growl emitted from Doc, and she swallowed hard. He set her on the gravel, and she shoved at his attempt to grab her again.
“You can’t disregard my words.” His brows furrowed together, frustration evident on his face. “The men in that bar….” He shook his head. “They don’t care if you’re Macha royalty. You’re not a member’s old lady either. No patch is on your shirt, so all they see is a tight ass, perky boobs, and plump, dick-sucking lips.”
His brash words startled her, sending her a step backward. She pushed her rain-plastered hair out of her face. “I’m fair game unless you’re going to claim me.”
A vein in his neck bulged. “I can’t do that, Isa.”
She closed the distance between them and poked his chest. “Why not?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Bullshit. You don’t want to—” His lips overwhelmed hers in response. A surprised gasp escaped her, and he picked her up off the ground, this time gently. She looped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, rain splashing on them but neither caring. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Isa matched his frantic act with her own, relishing the tangling of their lips.
“Not here,” he rasped, pulling away. His eyes looked nearly midnight, lust rimming the blue. He didn’t bother to wait for a response, merely carried her to the clubhouse and to her room. Once the door closed, he pushed her back against it, fingers working beneath her shirt.
Not wasting any time, Isa yanked on his shirt and shivered at the delicious muscles her fingers traced. “Holy shit, you’re ripped.”
He grinned and tossed his tee to the floor. She stood in adoring silence, taking in the sheer mass of the man in front of her. He was handsome, sure, but his body screamed dedication to a workout routine. The lines that went from his hips underneath his jeans made her flare with heat.Feck a Greek Adonis. An Irish Doc’s better.
She swallowed the fear his muscles ignited in her. He could snap her neck so easily.But he won’t.That realization summoned her forward. Her lips hovered at his, their heights ideal for kissing. No other man could make her tall stature appear small.
Doc’s hands easily stripped her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His breathing hitched at her green bra. His knuckles slowly traced the swells of her breasts, her heart pounding beneath his touch.
“Your skin’s so soft. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
Covering his hand over her breast, she met his gaze. “You can’t hurt me, Doc. I’m not a porcelain doll. I won’t break.”
He offered a slight smile. “Isa, you should know I’m not exactly the ‘sweet and tender lover’ type. I like to get rough, as you already experienced.”
