She extended her arm back and searched until she grabbed my shoulder.
Shocking the hell out of me, she popped up. Her eyes were full of lust, her cheeks a rosy red like she was overheated.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, unhooking her bra frantically. “I need you.”
There were those the three words again.
“Please. Don’t torture me anymore.”
“Torture? That’s a bit of exaggeration, isn’t it?” I was teasing her. The way she’d moved on the bed, I could tell I was driving her out of her mind—in the best sort of way.
“You have no idea, Drew.” Her gorgeous tits were on full display, plump and perky, with soft pink nipples.
Christ, my mouth watered. I became the one being tortured, but then she tugged off her panties, and I was done.
My usual playlist of moves vanished. What was she doing to me? I was scared shitless I’d fuck up.
“Ava. Shit.” I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.
She lightly touched my hand. “Drew. Don’t flake out on me now.”
“Flake out? No way. But you need to take control, baby. It’s all on you tonight.”
“What does that mean?” She went to hide her body from me.
“No. Don’t cover up.” I lowered her hands. “I just meant I want you to take charge.” I removed my pants and boxers to get on her level of nakedness.
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip. So freaking cute. “Then lie on your back.”
“What about a condom?” I never went bare and had gotten tested last summer. She didn’t need to worry about STDs. I was clean and hadn’t been with anyone.
“Oh. Right.” She looked around. “I don’t have one.”
“I do in my jeans.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You came prepared.”
My stomach churned. “Most men are prepared.” I felt like an asshole. Before I’d left the clubhouse, I’d stuck the condoms in my pocket because I was spending the night. She’d said she wanted me to sleep in her bed. I was hopeful.
How could my mind go there?
Because I was a horny-ass fucker and desperate for her.
“Big bad bikers like you, huh?” In her naked glory, she hopped off the bed and fished out the packet. My cock sprang to attention. I tried not to lust over her, but it was next to impossible.
Today turned out to be bizarre—right up there withTheTwilight Zone. I’d woken up feeling like shit, as I’d done every goddamn day since the attack. Part of me had been excited to train her and had hoped she’d invite me over for dinner afterward. The other part had dreaded it because she’d wanted to watch Boxer and me spar.
I couldn’t get over where I was at and what I was doing.
Craziest day ever.
“Found it…them. Three?” She held her hand out, with a look of surprise on her face. “Who else had you planned to have sex with tonight?”
I took her hand and tugged her toward me. “Only you.” I kissed her sweet lips. “Always only you.”
“Good answer.” It didn’t go unnoticed that she avoided looking at my cock. “So how should we… you know.”