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“Is this still part of the clubhouse?”
He shakes his head as he walks towards the front door. “Nah. My dad owns this land, though. About fifty acres or so. Some of the other guys live a bit further down the hill, but I liked it up here. Away from it all. Hidden.”
I nod, completely understand what he’s saying. I like it here, too. It’s perfect.
“People don’t come up here. Everyone knows this is club territory. The only people stupid enough to walk on our property usually ends up killed.” He pauses his unlocking the door. “Sorry.”
“No, actually, it makes me feel a little more reassured. You guys must keep this place guarded heavily then.”
He unlocks three different locks then opens up his door, unarming his security system. “We don’t, actually. Only the clubhouse has guards, which is why I haven’t brought you here yet. Too risky.”
“Then why am I here now? Did something happen?”
He lifts his arm over my head, shutting the door and locking the three different locks. Each click on the lock releases a shackle around my heart.
Click.
Click.
Click.
“Because I’ve had enough.”
“Had enough of what?” My voice is airy, breathless. His arm stays propped against the door behind him, hovering over me and caging me in. He smells like the outdoors, like the wind has ingrained itself in his skin. His cheeks are tinted pink from the October air. His hair is a mess, his usual hat on his head missing, and his wind-blown hair in complete disarray.
“Tired of only being able to have you at night. I’m tired of not being able to touch you or kiss you whenever I want.” One hand falls down, dropping to the back of my neck and giving it a light squeeze. “I want you, Ivy. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. Wrapping my arm around you in the middle of the night isn’t enough. It never has been. I want you. All of you.”
I bite my lip, the want and worry inside of me going to battle. But only one wins. It wasn’t even a battle in my mind, to be honest. I’ve been wanting him just as much, I’m just not used to being forward. In any way, shape, or form.
“I want you, too.” I sigh, feeling relieved to finally say it. To let him know how I feel.
“Thank fuck.” He growls, his hand around my neck giving it a light squeeze. His other hand releases my neck and wraps behind my legs, swooping me up with no effort. My legs curl around his waist, my arms wrap around his neck, and I give in. I give the kiss my all, gliding my tongue against his. He moans his approval, pulling me closer and kissing me as deeply as possible. It’s like he wants to swallow me whole. Tuck me inside of him and never let go. He releases me only a moment. I hear beeping behind me signaling him arming the security system, then his hand is back on me and he’s walking away from the front door.
I don’t have time to look around his house. To see if he’s clean or messy. To admire his taste or cringe at it. To study the layout in case I need to find an escape route.
His heavy feet stomp on the wood floor as we walk through the house. His lips never disconnecting from mine. It’s a soul sucking kiss, his taste filled with tobacco and mint. His scratchy beard is rough against my face. I bring a hand and run my fingers across his cheek, enjoying the prickly sensation against my fingertips. I love that this man before me isn’t perfect and doesn’t try to be. He is what he is, and he doesn’t give a shit if people don’t like it.
The exact opposite of Santiago.
I mentally kick his name out of Aziel’s house.Heis not allowed in here. He is not allowed anywhere near this moment or this day.
He sets me down, my toes curling into a plush rug. I open my eyes, realizing we’re inside of his bathroom. It’s large, modern but simplistic. Dark wood throughout, dark gray rug and shower curtain. Simple, nothing of sentimental value. The only reason I can tell this bathroom is used is the towel hung over the shower curtain and the plain blue toothbrush tossed on the counter.
Aziel whips the shower curtain open and turns on the shower. Turning back towards me, he grabs at the hem of my shirt and inches it up, over my belly button and pausing below my breasts.
“You sure?” He asks. I can tell his restraint is thin. His fingers shake slightly as the squeeze the life out of my shirt.
I run my finger over his hand. “I’m sure.” And I am. My mind is high on adrenaline and anticipation. I want him. I want him so badly.
My shirt is gone in the blink of an eye, and he brings one hand behind my back and flicks the clasp on my bra. It releases, falling down my arms and tumbling down into the gray rug.
Aziel groans, palming my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I arch into him, loving his rough fingertips sliding across my peaked nipples. The sensations shoot between my thighs. The bathroom quickly fills with steam, fogging up the mirrors and creating a dampness on my already overheated skin.
He steps away from me, pulling his own shirt over his head. He then links his pointer finger in the loop of my jeans, pulling me towards him again. “You’re fucking breathtaking, Ivy.” He says, pulling at the button on my jeans until it releases. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. You’re driving me fucking wild.” He pulls at my zipper, and in one quick motion my pants are off, my panties quickly following suit. “Come here.” He says, and I leap into his arms again, wrapping my bare legs around his waist and swallowing down the moan as his hot skin collides with mine.
He shrugs off his jeans, only stopping a moment to slip something out of his pocket. He then gives me a heated look as he steps into the shower. My back slams up against the cool tile wall behind me and the steaming hot water pelts against my front.
“I’ve driven miles and miles and the only thing on my mind was this moment right here.” He says, sliding his hand between my legs. His fingers dance along my folds, sliding between them and pressing his thumb right against my swollen clit.
