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“Fuck,” Detroit said in this pained voice.
Because he was so close.
But he didn’t have time to finish.
He pulled away from me, yanking his hard cock back into his underwear and pants, then looking at me, his eyes heated, yet somehow soft at the same time.
Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before getting to his feet.
“Coming,” he called as he zipped up, then reached for his phone.
I’d probably dripped on his clothes, but he seemed oblivious as he moved out of the door, leaving me there, spent, yet somehow disappointed.
Because I wanted to make him fall apart too.
I wanted him to grab me, slam me up against the wall, and surge inside of me.
I wanted to feel him stretch me, move inside me, drive us both toward oblivion together.
If we hadn’t been interrupted, I was sure that was exactly what would have happened.
Taking a deep breath, I moved to stand in the shower, draining the water, and rinsing the soap off of me, then climbing out.
As I stood in the mirror, brushing out my hair and doing my morning skincare, I made a decision.
One that was completely out of character for me.
I was going to seduce Detroit.
I was going to let myself be okay with something casual for once in my life.
Maybe I would regret it.
Maybe I would get my heart broken because I would catch feelings, and outlaw bikers didn’t really do that.
I mean, that’s not fair. They did. Slash, Sway, Crow, and Judge all had. But they did that with kind of exceptional women.
Morgaine, the poisoner.
Delaney, the Irish mafia princess.
Nyx, the goddess bartender at a mafia bar.
And Murphy, the weapons designer.
They were all extraordinary.
I was, you know, just an average girl.
I was okay with being that. I liked who I was. But I wasn’t delusional enough to think that some adrenaline junkie, outlaw biker was going to think I was enough to settle down with.
So I had to accept that I was just going to get something casual out of it while I was staying at the clubhouse.
Even so, I knew myself too well to think I wouldn’t develop feelings.
But I was just squashing those negative thoughts as I got myself dressed, and went downstairs to find Slash standing in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee.
“Want some?” he asked.
