Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(51)

I wake up alone in bed. I panic at first. Maybe I gave too much away and Zander cut his losses. I’ve kind of been expecting that, so it wouldn’t be a surprise. Then I hear noises coming from downstairs. Happiness and fear swamp me at the same time. I have to fight the urge to pull the covers over my head and pretend nothing happened last night. I’ve run away enough though. So I force myself up and run to brush my teeth and clean up a little.

In the bathroom the strangest sensation hits me. I see Zander’s toothbrush next to mine. It’s silly and shouldn’t mean anything, but as I touch it. I feel warm—happy. I’m still grinning as I finish brushing my teeth and sliding on a clean pair of panties over Zander’s t-shirt. I run a brush through my hair and just pull it up in a ponytail. Then, I make my way downstairs.

Zander is standing at the stove…cooking. He’s wearing his jeans and nothing else. I might be slightly twisted, but the sight of him barefoot in my kitchen I find…sexy.

“I thought the woman was supposed to cook,” I say because I feel awkward staring at him with my tongue hanging out and nothing to say.

“Sweetheart, you’re a hell of a woman, but you can’t cook worth shit.”

I smile, because really he’s not lying. I never had to cook. Michael had personal chefs and Nicole was freaking Betty Crocker. I do have one secret, I wonder what he would say if I told him I could mix any drink known to man and make some that he’s never heard of that would knock his socks off? Probably nothing it’s not a great talent, I suppose.

“Is it manly for a biker to cook?”

“When it’s me? Definitely.”

He has a point because when he turns to the side and winks at me I look down that delicious tatted chest, over those washboard abs, and finally to the ‘v’ indentions on his side and notice the button on his pants is left undone, I’m instantly aroused—weak in the knees even.

“Hellcat, if you don’t get that look off your face we’re not going to be having breakfast anytime soon.”

“What are we having?”

“Bacon and eggs,” he replies turning back around.

“Well, I’d be alright with waiting then…” I answer him.

He turns around and looks at me and his eyes rake over me intently. Then he pushes the skillet he’s working with off the burner and turns it off. He wipes his hand on a dish towel before throwing it on the kitchen table I’m standing beside.

“Are you sure you up for it, Hellcat? You had a bad night last night.”

I feel heat hit my face. I don’t really want to talk about it, but I force myself to not back down.

“I miss you,” I answer honestly.

His rough, callused fingertip brushes along the side of my face. The scratchy feeling, combined with the heated look in his eyes sets my pulse to racing.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

His gruff voice dances over me and when he’s looking at me like that, I believe it—or at least believe he feels that way.

“Does this mean we’re going to have bacon and eggs later?” I ask, dying to have him inside of me again. He’s a drug and I’m completely addicted.

“Undress for me, Hellcat.”

He tells me, standing back with his ankles crossed, his arms are folded and he’s leaning back against the stove. He looks every inch the cocky male that I should run from, but instead I’m completely captured by this man. I have a moment of nerves before I lift his shirt up and throw it on the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but a pair of purple boy-cut panties.

“Those too, Dani.”

I swallow nervously, but peel them down and kick them next to the shirt. He walks towards me. He reminds me of a jungle cat on the prowl. My heart kicks up, because I know I’m the one he is stalking.

“Do you know what upset me the most about last night, Hellcat?” He asks. One of his hands starts along my ribs and travels down to my hip. His other hand is playing with the ends of my hair and he uses a finger to trace along my collarbone.

“What?” I ask, and my voice comes out breathless, my knees feel weak and I feel these tiny electrical charges zapping all over my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“That you would think I would choose Carrie over you. Hell picking anyone over you would be stupid. Do you think I’m a stupid man, Hellcat?”

One finger slowly trails under the swell of my breast and I hiss at the excitement churning inside of me.

“She’d be a better choice for you,” I answer honestly.

He pinches my nipple hard and I gasp from the sting of pain. I should hate it, but I feel moisture gather between my legs.

“Do you think I’m a stupid man, Hellcat?” He asks again.

“I’m broken, Zander,” I finally tell him with complete honesty.

He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. My hands come up to hold his head, my fingers tighten in his dark mane. He releases it and the popping sound blends with my moan of pleasure. He slowly begins kissing down my stomach, sliding to his knees in front of me. He places small, sweet kisses on my waist and stomach, his tongue following the path. When he comes to my belly button his tongue flicks in and out of it before biting into the delicate skin. My knees threaten to buckle. His hands grab my hips and he looks up at me, his eyes look like pools of dark ink—intense…all consuming.