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“I don’t,” I breathed. But it was a lie, and the word snagged in my throat.
“Tell me you want me as much as I want you,” he whispered, pressing his big body against me so I was utterly pinned to the door.
“I…I…”
But he ignored me and pressed his face to mine, and my heart sped up, kicking wildly in my chest.
“It’s alright, little bird, I can wait,” he whispered, and I felt him breathe in deeply as if he were absorbing a part of me into him. “Because I know sooner or later you’ll give in to those urges, and you’ll be screaming my name when I make you come.”
Placing my palms flat on his chest, I pushed him back. “Seriously?” His arrogance was beyond words. “You really are the most arrogant man.”
He grinned, but it was dark and wicked. “You say arrogant, I say confident.”
“No, I say, Fuck you, Bull.” I pushed him in his stupid rock-hard chest. “I’m not some club girl who’ll drop her panties because you’re so ridiculously hot. So, give it up.”
I stormed out, angrier than when I first stormed in.
Thankfully, the bar was empty now, so I didn’t have to hide my anger and frustration, and my arousal, as I got back to work and tried to forget about my feelings for the man who signed my paychecks.
BULL
She’s a fucking firecracker.
Storming into my office and pointing her finger at me.
Fixing me with those big dark eyes full of wildfire.
Fuck. The moment she slammed her finger into my chest, I was turned on and fucking hard…just like that.
I didn’t usually come on strong like I did with her yesterday. But something about this woman brought out a need in me. A need to be close. A need to touch.
A need to have her up against the wall of my office.
I’d spent a lifetime resisting women by building a wall so high, no one was ever getting over it. Yet somehow, this woman, this siren, was getting under my skin by simply pointing her goddamn finger at me and telling me off.
It was a first for me, and I had no idea what to make of it.
So I forced her out of my head. Forced myself to think about club business and revenge. I needed to keep my head pointed in the right direction. Because we were getting more and more intel on Gimmel Martel every day, and I had to keep on top of it all. It was like the fat rising to the surface from the bowels of the criminal underbelly of our county. It meant I had to focus. Meant I would be away from the clubhouse and a certain distraction while I investigated them.
Every lead had to be followed up.
Every nook needed to be checked.
Every rock turned over.
But damn if I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
Deciding I needed a distraction, I kicked back from my desk and grabbed my bike keys from the desk. Taking the Harley out to the backroads and letting her fly was a good way to clear the fog from my mind and rattle the sexual tension from my body.
But when I left my office, I walked straight into the one person I was trying to get off my mind.
She was in the showcase corridor, standing in front of the Wall of Fallen Family. Her hands shoved into the back pockets of her tight denim shorts, her perfect tits pressed tight against a shirt that was open just enough to get a tease of what was underneath.
She licked her lips, and my body reacted accordingly.
Fuck.
As I walked up behind her, visions of spending the afternoon making her moan hit me in the cock.
“I didn’t know about your wife,” she said without looking away from the photographs that lined the wall.
Her words brought my carnal thoughts to an abrupt standstill, and the lust moving through me ground to a sudden halt.
I looked up at the picture of Wendy smiling back at me, and braced myself for the familiar ache to knot in my chest.
“That was taken a week before she died,” I said, my voice suddenly craggy
This was a conversation I wasn’t expecting.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I swallowed thickly. “Me too.”
She turned around, and I could see by the look on her face that she knew how it felt to lose someone you loved.
“I know how hard it is,” she said.
“Your parents?”
She looked away. “And others.”
“Want to talk about it?” I gently lifted her chin with a finger so she would look at me.
But she was a tough little heart, and she was going to take some time to crack. Instead, she raised a challenging eyebrow at me. “Do you?”
Our gazes fused, and that familiar urge to kiss her washed through me.
But despite the recent heated looks from across the room, the coy smiles and raw lust lighting up her eyes whenever we were around each other, she wasn’t ready to give in to her own urges yet. And I’d given her my word, I was going to wait until she was ready.
