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“Don’t do that.”
Jupiter met his eyes. “Do what?”
“Act all shy right after saying something that any man in here would love to hear from that pretty mouth of yours.”
She parted her lips and his eyes focused on them. His boots shuffled closer and instead of moving away, Jupiter stayed where she was. The warm scent of freshly baked gingersnaps drifted down the halls. Somehow it mingled perfectly with the hint of motor oil and leather coming from Rubble’s large form. Next to him, she was almost small. With the wall behind her, she had nowhere to run but found she didn’t want to leave.
Rubble slowly lifted his hand and gently slid his thumb along her lower lip. She couldn’t breathe, her body on fire for what he’d do next. He carefully tugged on the lip with his thumb, and she stifled a moan.
Tension sizzled between them. She was unable to look anywhere but his handsome face. The long, full beard summoned her curiosity and she timidly reached up, running her fingers over it. The coarse yet soft hair came as a surprise. She’d never felt one before. Not one as big as his.
Rubble pushed the hair away from her neck, focusing on her pulse there. His eyes met hers, concern evident. “If you tell me to stop, I will. I swear, Jupiter. I’ll never hurt you.”
He’d barely even touched her, but she already didn’t want him to stop. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew it in her soul. It was evident in the way he controlled his muscular body to merely graze the skin on her collarbone. A man like Rubble could snap her like a toothpick, but he wouldn’t. Rubble couldn’t. She recognized that truth in his gorgeous eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, tugging gently on his beard.
He moved closer. Jupiter sighed at the feeling of his warm, sweet breath on her neck. She closed her eyes the moment his lips touched her skin. For a split second, Jupiter forgot where she was. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer still.
“Fuck, you taste as good as you smell,” he said against her neck. His tongue darted out, circling before he kissed the spot. “Brown sugar and cinnamon.”
When he switched to the other side of her neck, Jupiter’s grip weakened. Every inch of her body flooded with heat, and she marveled at that small feat. No man had ever turned her on so quickly and with so little effort. He was the ignition to her flame.
A clatter from the kitchen snapped Jupiter back to earth. Rubble must’ve felt her tense for he stepped back and watched her silently. His chest heaved more than before, and she couldn’t help but dip her eyes to the sizable bulge beneath his jeans. She barely touched him and had this effect on him. It scared her to think of what could happen next. She returned her gaze to his.Whatwillhappen next?
“It takes every muscle in my body to not toss you over my shoulder and throw you on my bed.”
She smiled, a warm flush taking over her face. “You haven’t even kissed me. How do you know I want that?”
“I just do.” Not giving her a moment to reply, Rubble leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Jupiter gasped at the demanding yet enticing kiss. Lacing her arms around his neck, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he growled. The sound skidded along her spine, settling low between her legs. His tongue sought hers out, tangling with it so intimately and turning her knees to rubber. Seeing her plight, Rubble picked her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against the wall, his kiss inhibiting her ability to think clearly. All she saw was Rubble. All she tasted was him. All she wanted was his body close to hers.
And just as quickly as he’d begun touching her, Rubble paused. She whimpered at the loss, eyes opening to see concern etched in his features.
“Shit. I got carried away. I’m sorry.” He carefully set her feet back on the ground, though Jupiter doubted she could walk on her own quite yet. He straightened his cut, the sergeant at arms patch proudly displayed on his breast.
“I’m not.” She meshed her fingers with his, the dark tattoos foreign compared to her light skin. “But I need to tell you something.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’m—” A slew of Spanish words coming from the pool tables interrupted her and Rubble shot a stare down the hall.
He turned back toward her. “You’re what?”
“Married.” She let out a breath. “Technically. I filed for divorce but my hus—he won’t sign the papers.”
Rubble scratched his jaw and nodded. “Anything else?”
“Doesn’t that matter to you?” She couldn’t get a read on him. His face was like stone. It was eerie how easily he went from passionate lover to MC soldier in seconds.
His gaze softened. “No, baby girl, it doesn’t. I assumed it was something like that.” He gently traced the bruises on her neck and jaw. “Did he give you these?”
“In a way, yes.”
A fierce expression crossed his features. He looked ready to punch someone. Instead, he let out a breath and tipped up her chin.
“If you decide tomorrow you want to leave Snowshoe, I’ll help hide you until your ex is taken care of.” Rubble’s low voice rumbled against her chest, eyes searching out hers. “But if you stay, Jupiter, I’ll protect you. I’ll make sure you’re safe. And if nothing ever happens other than that kiss we shared, I’ll be okay with it.”
“But I—”
