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The press of Sioux’s body against me pulls me back into the present and away from memories and regrets. I don’t have time for either right now. Not when I pull into our driveway and the anticipation of being alone with my woman buzzes through my veins.
I’m quick to climb off my bike when Sioux slides off from behind me. I don’t even bother to take her helmet off, not yet at least. She’s up and cradled in my arms so fast that I’m stomping up the stairs as she gasps in surprise and wraps her arms around my neck.
Her voice is breathy and full of need as she asks, “What are you doing, Crosby?”
“I need a taste of you, Firefly,” I grunt as I shoulder my way through the front door, kicking it closed behind me.
I could put her down and give her more of a choice, but I’m a little bit afraid of what she would say. As I stride through the house, the sound of my footsteps the only thing echoing through the space, she doesn’t tell me to put her down. So I don’t.
When I reach my bedroom, I let her slide down my body. I’m mesmerized as her chest heaves and her eyes are half-lidded with desire. As I reach up to take off her helmet, I hope that she doesn’t notice how my hands shake slightly.
It’s been far too fucking long since I’ve been with my woman. Knowing I’ve gotten one step closer to claiming her permanently tonight soothes the beast inside of me that has been demanding for me to make her mine.
When I unhook her helmet, I toss it onto the chair sitting in the corner. My gaze rakes over my woman and I don’t miss a single fucking inch.
“The moment I saw you dressed up tonight, I didn’t want to take you to the party,” I growl.
Her beautiful pouty lips tip up into a smile and I have to fight against my mouth dropping open when she wraps her arms around my neck willingly. She presses her body against mine and I’m a fucking goner.
“Thank you for taking me. I really wanted to see Wrenley,” her eyes light up, “and I’m glad I did.”
I grunt, the sound noncommittal. It’s not that I don’t care, but my need for her is riding me hard. My hands start to caress over her body, committing every single fucking curve to memory.
Because she could change her mind about opening up to me in the harsh light of day. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen—and it wouldn’t change a single fucking thing if does—but my Firefly always has a way of surprising me.
I start to walk her backwards, my fingers gripping her hips a little tighter to make sure she doesn’t fall as I do. Sioux’s hair is wild around her shoulders from the bike as she starts panting in my arms.
“Need the words, Sioux,” I demand.
The way my woman licks her lips and looks up at me like I matter to her, has me hoping I’m strong enough to walk away if she doesn’t want this right now.
“I want you to satisfy the hunger in your eyes,” she murmurs softly, and I feel my control snap.
My hands gently tug and pull at her top, and I take in every bit of skin that I expose. When I lick my lips, the memory of the way she tastes teases my tongue. Everything about the woman in my arms is sexy as fuck.
I pull her against my chest, needing the closeness. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
While she’s pressed against me, I use it to my advantage and unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground easily since it’s strapless.
The warmth of her skin feels like heaven and hell wrapped in sin. Fucking perfection.
With a gentle push, she lets out a yelp of surprise as she falls back on the bed, her tits bouncing in a way that makes my mouth water. I shoot her a wicked smirk and hope she can see the reassurance in my eyes that I would never let her fall without having somewhere soft to land. The laughter that bubbles out of her is answer enough for me.
My fingers are quick to unzip her boots and pull them from her feet. I’ve never been a foot guy, and I certainly don’t feel like diving too deeply into that kink, but there is a certain thrill with unwrapping my woman’s feet.
Her socks don’t make a sound as they fall to the ground and then I’m looming over her as I quickly undo the button of her jeans. Her zipper sliding down is loud in the room, only competing with our panting breathes, full of anticipation.
“I remember how good you taste, Sioux,” I rumble, “and I’ve been starving for months. I won’t be gentle as I devour you.”
Her back arches off the bed, an unfettered response to my words and the dirty promise they contain. “I don’t need you to be gentle, Crosby.”
Hearing my name on her lips causes me to grunt. It’s taken me months to convince her to use my real name instead of my road name. I’m grateful as fuck for the time I put in now.
Because soon she’ll be screaming my name. And I don’t give a single fuck who hears her.
The lacy thong she’s wearing doesn’t stand a chance when I snap the thin string at both her hips. She narrows her eyes at me, but the heat in her gaze isn’t from anger. It’s from pure fucking desire and I’m here for it.
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and grip her knees, pushing them apart and growl at the lace still between her legs that is hiding her from me like the sound alone will be enough for it to disappear. My grip is rough when I clutch the lace between my fingers and tug.
