“I have something to confess,” I whispered.
“What is it?”
“I’m jealous of all those women wanting to touch what’s mine.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, then looked out at the bar and all the familiar faces. “Gina is mine, and I’m her man,” he declared, loud enough for everyone to hear.
A few club brothers lifted drinks in the air, acknowledging his words. Others pounded fists on the tables or bar.
“Damn straight,” I agreed.
“You notice that I didn’t touch any of those club girls?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s your answer. None compare. There’s no other woman I’m wanting. Just you, Gina.”
“You’re all I want too, Diablo.”
He didn’t waste time, heading out into the hall to the rooms the members occupied when they were at the clubhouse. The Crossroads was home to all, but a few had homes they returned to at night instead of staying here. I’d seen many of them pass out after a night of wild partying but leave to sleep it off the following morning.
Diablo unlocked the door to his room and led us inside, shutting it with a firm click and flipping the lock. His dark, predatory gaze locked on my body. “Need you naked, sweetheart. Right now.”
I slipped from his grasp, shedding clothing as I backed away, slowly taking steps toward the big bed in the center of the room. I couldn’t describe the décor because I didn’t care. Needs were about to be met that hadn’t been for many years.
My heart and my body were on the same page, and all they wanted was for this handsome, caring, rugged biker to give me the loving I needed.
No, it wasn’t making love. I knew that. No unreal expectations. But that didn’t mean we didn’t share an understanding as well as attraction. And then the craving for more, it grew like a tangible monster we couldn’t control.
“Me and you,” he began, kicking off his boots.
“Yes?” I asked, falling onto my ass on the mattress, licking my lips as he slid off his cut, draping it over a nearby chair, followed by his shirt. My god, he was sinfully beautiful with all those muscles and dark ink spanning his entire upper body.
One tattoo stood out among the others. A lightning bolt flashing across the inner portion of his right bicep. Underneath it, the wordThunderwas scrolled across in black ink. I wondered what it meant.
“This is more than one night, my sweet mama. It might be lust ruling us now, but we know there’s more between us.”
So thoughtful. He cared for my feelings before my body.
“I know.”
“Say you’re mine. I want to hear the words, Gina,” he growled, unzipping his pants.
“I’m yours, Diablo. All yours.”
“I’m all fucking yours, Gina.”
He shoved down his jeans, stepping out of the dark denim. His black underwear followed. Powerful toned thighs snagged my attention before the massive erection bobbing in the air as I stared.
My eyes widened. His long, thick cock stole my focus. I’d never seen one that impressive unless it was in a porn video. “Wow.”
A seductive chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Keep stroking my ego like that, and I’ll be sure to give your pussy extra attention, darlin’.”
Feeling bold and beautiful from how his eyes devoured my naked flesh, I lay back, opening my legs. This moment meant so much more than any words being said. Trust was exchanged. To allow my vulnerability after Jack’s abuse was terrifying, but Diablo would never harm me. Sensing he carried secrets of his own, I knew he opened his heart to me too.
In time, we’d confide in one another.
Tonight was something deeper, more intimate.