Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(28)

My voice is hoarse and full of need, but I notice from the look on her face she’s pulling away because of panic. Before she can run away, I use the hold I have on her hair and pull her in closer to me.

“Zander…you’re all wet…I…”

“I’m about to make you just as wet, sweetheart. Just. As. Wet.” I whisper each word as if it was its own sentence, right before my lips touch hers. I forge into her mouth intent on conquering it. After a week of thinking of nothing else but getting inside this woman, I don’t have time to make it pretty, all I can show her is my need.





Chapter 11




Dani


Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, Oh God. What am I doing?

The refrain plays over and over in my head.

“….now get your ass over here.”

That should make me run. I should tear out of the house and not look back. Instead I’m walking towards him. Can I do this? I want to. Oh God, I want to! Acknowledging that alone, scares the hell out of me.

I’m scared…no, check that. I’m terrified. I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing and then…he kisses me. It’s not like our previous kiss. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever had before. I didn’t even know kisses like this existed. He takes over my mouth. His hand is pulling my hair and pulling me into him. My body is not my own, it’s frozen. I can’t move, so when he pulls, I fall against him. His body is wet and warm to the touch, my hands rest on his stomach and he continues owning my mouth. I’m lost in the soft feel of his skin beneath my fingers, the taste of him, and the way his tongue completely devours me. I’m lost in the moment and it feels…great. What have I been afraid of?

His hands move down to my thighs. The pads of his fingers are rough and calloused and they tease against my skin, sending goose bumps down my spine. He breaks away for a minute and looks at me. I have always wondered what they meant in books when they said someone had obsidian eyes, but now I can see it—dark, mysterious and sexy as hell.

This last week has been torture. It’s been so long since my body has even had an interest in a man that I’ve spent each day wondering what I’m doing. I want the day to hurry and end, all so that I have an excuse to get in bed with Zander and let him hold me. When his arms go around me, I don’t worry. I don’t panic. I don’t do anything, but lie here and listen to him breathe, taking in his scent, his touch and feel at peace.

Still, it’s been building—this feeling to be closer to him, this need to touch him, taste him and see if he can make me feel normal. Is he someone I can trust? He’s giving up so much to stay here and take care of me. They captured Irish and really any threat there might have been to me, is gone. Still, he insists on staying here to keep me safe.

When I’m in his arms…I forget the past and all the reasons I shouldn’t want to get close to a man and I remember that I’m a woman and I have… needs. Zander awakens those needs. He has since I first laid eyes on him, but it’s worse since we’ve been living together. I’m tired of fighting it. I’m curious to know if it could be…good…

So, I’m standing in front of a naked Zander, his hands on my thighs, his fingers brushing underneath the rim of his t-shirt I’m wearing, and he’s looking at me as if I’m his next meal. I’m nervous, I’m scared, but I want him to consume me too. For once, I want to let go and experience…to feel.

“You’re sure, Hellcat?” He asks.

“Not really,” I answer honestly and his sigh echoes in the room. He starts to pull away. “But, I want to try…” I add to stop him.

His hand comes up to the side of my head and he massages his fingers into my hair and keeps this intense stare-down aimed at me.

“Time for truth, Hellcat. What are you hiding behind those beautiful eyes?”

“I don’t want to think about the past. Not right now, Zander. Not with you.”

“Will you tell me someday?” He asks.

My stomach sinks. “This was a mistake,” I tell him, feeling let down.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Don’t run, not now. I just need to know that someday you’ll be able to trust me with those damn secrets that haunt you.”

I take a deep breath. His words turn over in my brain. They mingle with the want, need and fear…lots of fear.

“Before I got shot, we barely had a conversation, Zander. I don’t want to even think about my past. For once in my life I want to know what it feels like to have a man between my legs that I don’t hate. You have a reputation for being the Savage MC stud. The one who satisfies and makes them beg for more. Tonight, I just want to see what makes all the girls throw caution to the wind for a man and not regret it. So if that’s not you…forget it.”

I’ve said too much. I always do when my anger and fear mix, but I don’t want this from him. I want him to take. I was trying to shore up the courage to offer and not f*ck it up with all the other shit that always stays in my head. I turn away from him, taking this as just another sign that I’m not a normal woman. I never will be. I get to the bedroom, pulling clothes out of my dresser. Tonight is not going to be a sleep night. I’ll go study the dancers or something. It’s time I wake back up to reality. This past week with Zander made me forget who I am.