Page 29 of Devil’s Snare

“You want me. You want me,” I sang in a silly voice, laughing as he opened my door.

“Come on.”

We entered the hallway, and I snickered as he walked beside me.

“Wait. I want to savor this moment.” I danced in a circle and couldn’t stop smiling.

“You done yet?”

My God, he had no idea what that deep, sexy growl did to me. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” He lowered his head and nipped at my ear. “Girl.”

I should not be ready to jump him right now and beg for his cock, but I was tempted.

As soon as he backed up, I locked the door and followed after him.

Cin stopped when we reached the stairs, a few feet from the elevator. “Let’s take these instead. Don’t want anyone to see me in my cut.”

Cut?

“The leather I wear,” he explained.

Oh. The leather vest with patches. He always had it on.

We took the stairs and descended quickly, exiting into the lobby. The guard was on the phone, his back to us as we left. Cin kept his body angled so the camera couldn’t pick up the back of his cut or the emblem on it.

“Don’t want anyone to associate my visit with the Grave Prowlers MC. Wouldn’t want you to be stuck answering a bunch of questions about shit you don’t know.”

That made sense since I didn’t know a thing about his club or his life as a biker. Hence the conversation I wasn’t finished having with him. “Okay.”

The temperature had dropped since I arrived home from my trip to the store earlier that afternoon. The stars were out but muted by thick clouds. Even the moon seemed to be hiding behind the dark gray color.

We walked a short distance to Cin’s bike. He reached for a helmet and lifted it. “Need you to wear this. You don’t go riding without one. Ever. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” I didn’t need convincing. Riding could be dangerous, and crashing meant injury—no head trauma for me. I waited while he slipped it over my head and clasped the strap beneath my chin. It felt a bit heavy, but I could handle it.

He flipped up the visor. “Gonna give you a few instructions first. Then you hop on behind me and scoot close. We’re supposed to be touching, so if your tits aren’t smashed against my back, then you’re not close enough. Got it?”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Yeah.”

He gave me instructions and pointers, going into detail until I felt comfortable. “Good. You’re ready. Hop on behind me, baby.” He flipped my visor down after a quick peck on my lips.

Cin straddled a beast of a matte black bike with silver chrome that probably shone bright under the sun’s rays. He started the engine, and it rumbled to life, heavy, gritty. It vibrated beneath him like a beast ready to take flight.

Every paranormal romance about dragons I ever read suddenly surfaced. I could understand the fascination—the power and charisma of something so majestic and beautiful.

Lifting a leg, I slowly climbed behind Cin, sliding right up behind him as he reached backward and tugged me even closer. With my thighs parted and his heat so close, I felt that spark of desire rise within me again. And then he pulled back on the throttle, and I shivered at the vibrating machine under us. My arms wrapped around his waist and held tight.

Cin squeezed my left thigh. He said that was how he would communicate with me.

I held him tighter, letting him know I was ready.

We pulled away from the curb, picking up speed as the bike rolled down the street.

Nothing prepared me for a motorcycle ride through empty neighborhoods close to midnight. The lights streaked by in a blur of flashes and colors. Only the sounds of the bike reached my ears. I didn’t know it, but it was about to become even better.

The town had nothing on the open road. Once we rode beyond the city limits, Cin relaxed. His broad shoulders took the force of the wind, leaving me to feel the exhilaration of travel on two wheels. Nothing to close us in. To keep us caged.