“Ready to go?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though my pulse was racing.
Thayer crossed the room and slid his hand to the small of my back. “Yeah. Let’s head home.”
I liked how he described it as home instead of his house. Because his world was starting to feel exactly like that to me, much more than the mansion I’d grown up in.
We said quick goodbyes, and he promised that I’d come back soon. The ride back was as peaceful as it had been on the way here. This was only my second time riding with him on his motorcycle, but I already loved it. Thoughts of being able to do this for the rest of my life lit something joyful inside me. And the memory of our time on his bike that first night in his garage kept my skin tingling.
The moment we stepped inside his house, the door barely clicked shut before he turned me toward him. His gaze was hungry now, but it still carried the softer edge I’d seen at the clubhouse. “Come here, beautiful.”
He took my hand and led me straight to the bedroom. Once inside, he backed me up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands moved with deliberate care as he caught the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head, letting it drop to the floor.
“You have no idea what you did to me back there.” His fingers traced the line of my collarbone, then down between my breasts. “Seeing you sitting with the old ladies, holding a baby and laughing. Fuck, Hadley. You looked perfect.”
“I really enjoyed it. Thanks for bringing me.”
“Don’t want your gratitude, baby.” He unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms, his eyes following every inch of skin he revealed. “You fit in my world so damn well. Like you werealways meant to be here. Not playing some polished role for people who never really saw you. This is where you belong.”
Unable to push words past the lump in my throat, I nodded.
His hands moved to my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my panties until I stood completely bare in front of him. He took his time looking at me, his hands skimming over my hips, waist, and ribs like he was memorizing every curve.
“You’re mine.” He pulled me flush against him. “And I’m keeping you right where you belong.”
I shivered at the raw honesty in his voice, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, and it made my fear about my past fade into the background. All I could focus on was the man I was quickly falling for.
Thayer’s hands were everywhere, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I was gasping. He backed me toward the bed, his eyes dark with hunger.
“You have any idea how fucking hard I was watching you at the clubhouse?” he growled. “I wanted to rip those panties off so I could fuck you until you feel me inside you for days.”
Heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs. I shivered as the back of my knees hit the mattress.
“Do you like the sound of that, baby?” He leaned down, forcing me to lie back until I was spread out beneath him. “Want me to fuck you so deep you scream my name and can’t remember anything but me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want that. Please, Thayer.”
“Thank fuck.”
His mouth crashed down on mine in a hot, demanding kiss. I melted instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pulled him closer. His tongue swept in, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips, the praise making me clench with need.
He kissed down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he moved lower. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I arched off the mattress with a cry. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue, while his hand kneaded my other breast.
“These perfect tits,” he groaned, switching sides. “So fucking pretty when they bounce for me.”
I was soaked and aching, my hips rolling up against the thick ridge of his cock when he moved lower, his strong hands spreading my thighs wide.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” His eyes were locked between my legs. “So wet and swollen already. Just fucking dripping for me.”
His mouth descended, and I cried out as his tongue dragged through my folds. He licked me like he was starving using slow over my clit, then pushing inside me. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, sinking deep until my thighs shook.
My head pressed back against the mattress. “Thayer, please.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Don’t look away. I want to watch you fall apart on my tongue.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense hazel stare while he devoured me. The sight of his dark head between my thighs combined with the relentless pleasure pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, crying out his name, my hips bucking against his mouth as he licked me through every wave.
When I was boneless beneath him, he crawled back up my body, his dick heavy and leaking against my thigh.