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“Well, if you’re interested in that kind of fun….” She blushed. “We’d absolutely need to move inside.”
He didn’t answer, simply retrieved a beach towel from a chair and held it up.
Taking the hint, Isa only pulled herself up the stepladder after she swam the pool length twice. She took the offered towel and wrapped it around her hips before returning to her chair.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, plopping into the cushion and sipping her water.
The tall biker shifted his weight, and she swore she heard him growl. “Princess, you don’t have a choice. You’re under my protection, and I tell you where to go and when.”
She grabbed her pencil and blank pad. Suddenly, she had an idea for a swimsuit cover that was a mix of risqué and modest. She lightly drew a model and the flowing cover.
“Isa, I’m talking to you.”
“Hang on, I’m almost done.” She finished sketching the bottom hem, her periphery catching Doc moving her direction.
“Now, Isa.”
She waved her pencil at him, not wanting to stop while the inspiration overwhelmed her. By the time she finished, her model was perfectly presentable in the slightly sheer cover that’d be ideal for swimmers on any continent.
“There. Orla’s going to love it.” She signed the sketch, then placed the book on the side table. Sighing happily, she glanced over at him. He stood inches away, gaze focused on their surroundings. Every few moments, his head swiveled but never drifted to her.
Feck, I think I pissed him off.She reached for him, but he took a step away. Crossing her legs, she stared at him. His jaw was tightly clenched, the sparrow tattoo on his neck popping slightly. If he weren’t so mad, she’d find him irresistible.
Isa stood and quickly gathered her towel around her waist. She’d only taken two steps before he lightly gripped her arm. It wasn’t painful but held enough force for her to know she’d stepped over a line.
Swallowing hard, she lifted her gaze and met his face. He pulled off his shades, and the air in her lungs deflated at the cold expression in his usually cheerful eyes.
“Your safety is my number one priority, Isadora.” His voice was low, a hint of frustration prevalent in the husky tone. His eyes bored into hers. “If I tell you to do something, it’s not because I get my rocks off bossing you around. It’s to keep you alive.”
She lifted her chin slightly. This behavior wasn’t familiar. She’d never worried about her safety in Ireland. Until her father’s occupation came to light. Being raised by a single mother, the male figures in her life were minimal. Such an upbringing seemed to cause her to rebel whenever Doc tried to keep her in line. She’d reluctantly obeyed her father, but being micromanaged more with each passing day annoyed her.
“I can take care of myself, Doc.” She pulled her arm away and was shocked when he let go so easily. She’d expected more of a fight. This was a club member, after all. Society taught her they were domineering and womanizing.
She pushed back her wet hair.But not this MC. Not this man.
He inhaled, his shoulders moving up slowly, as if digesting the force behind her words. He looked behind him, then closed the distance between them. His left hand came up and cupped the side of her face. “I know you can, princess, but I want to take care of you.” He gently kissed her, the sharp bite of chlorine on her lips from her recent swim.
Closing her eyes, she returned the kiss, looping her arms around his neck, not giving a damn where they were or who might see them. Her biker lover didn’t disappoint. His tongue dipped between her lips, tangling intimately with hers. Pressing her body against him, she shivered at his solid muscle. She barely had time to appreciate it, but now all she craved was to run her fingers along every inch of him until he begged for her.
His hands slid down her back, lightly caressing her spine and sending goose bumps to her toes. He cupped her arse, and she moaned into his mouth. Every touch was new and exciting. Doc didn’t compare to any other man, and she wouldn’t disgrace him by even thinking such thoughts.
Isa felt the telltale sign of his arousal against her stomach, sending flutters there. When he picked her up off the ground, she wrapped her legs around his waist. The concrete at her back stunned her, and she was glad for the towel between her skin and the rough material. She hadn’t even sensed him moving, but now she was pressed up against the side of the house, their acts only hidden by shadows. Her body hung precariously in the air, his keeping her secure and upright. The dangerous position and act spurred her to reach down and cup him through his jeans. Doc immediately stopped kissing her and jerked his attention to her face.
“Don’t touch unless you want me to take you here and now.”
Taking the bait, she carefully unbuckled his belt, eyes latched on his. She didn’t give a feck where they were anymore. All she cared about was having him deep inside her. He slid off her swimsuit top and locked his lips over her nipple. Heat flooded Isa’s core, and she ran her fingers through his hair, urging him closer to her breasts. He dutifully caressed each one, pulling them to points with his teeth. She ground her hips into him, adoring the hardness she found there. It was nearly enough to unravel her.
Doc’s fingers massaged her left breast before he gripped her hip, forcing her eyes to meet his. A new form of excitement trickled through her veins.
“If you want to stop, you gotta say the words.”
Isa let out a slow breath. Never had a man been so rapt for her words. He wouldn’t move a millimeter if she didn’t allow it.
She reached up and pushed his hair out of his face. He was a complete alpha male, but one who wouldn’t make a move without her permission.
“I don’t want to stop.” She kissed the side of his neck. “I want you right here.” She unbuttoned his jeans. “Right now.”
The clang of his belt urged him forward, and his fingers slid beneath her tiny swimsuit bottom. She gasped at the sudden intrusion.
