Dirty Ride (Wind Dragons MC #3.5)(11)

I saunter out of the motel room, leaving him standing there, cursing under his breath. I smile to myself.

A few seconds later, he closes and locks the door, then grabs me and pushes me up against it. “Those words coming out of your beautiful, pouty mouth. Fuck. We better go before I give you exactly what you want, right now.” He steps back, leaving me feeling hot, my nipples hardening and my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

He looks away from me, as if gathering his composure, then says, “You didn’t even take the new room key.”

“I knew you would,” I admit, getting myself under control. After a few moments, I intertwine his hand in mine, still feeling the heat between us but knowing that waiting until later will make it even more amazing. “Now, Ardan, where exactly are we going?”





SIX




“WELL, this wasn’t what I was expecting,” I say, smiling up at him. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He smiles and holds on to the wall. “I’ve never been before, so I wanted to try it. It’s f*ckin’ slippery, though. How the f*ck is anyone meant to do this?”

I arch my brows. “It’s ice. What did you expect it to be like?”

He scowls and shuffles his skates along the ice at a snail’s pace.

“If only your MC buddies could see you now,” I tease, pulling out my phone. “I need a photo of this. Fuck, you look so cute.” I giggle, making him narrow his eyes and stop moving.

“Come on, show me what you have, then, darlin’.”

I skate in a circle around him. “I can’t do anything fancy, but I went ice-skating a few times when I was a kid.”

“And it’s like riding a bicycle?” he asks dryly, letting go of the barricades and pushing forward.

I hook my arm through his and slow down, helping him along. “You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”

“Fuckin’ better,” he grumbles, glancing around. “There are kids skating circles around me right now.”

“Well, your ego does need to be taken down a notch,” I say with a straight face. “I love how they play music in the rink. Makes me want to dance.”

I put my free arm above my head and twirl it around.

Ardan grins. “Humiliating myself is worth it to see you having a good time. I wasn’t sure if you’d enjoy yourself.” He pauses. “I can’t remember the last time I took a woman on a date, so f*ck if I wasn’t unsure about the whole thing.”

“I am having a good time,” I say, looking over at him. He can’t remember the last time he had a date? Well, neither can I. I’m glad he took me somewhere a little different—it shows that he put some thought into it, which I definitely can appreciate. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

He pulls me to a stop and places his hands on my hips, drawing me closer.

“What do you want?” I ask playfully as he lowers his lips to mine.

“Just a taste,” he says, eyes on my mouth.

“A taste of what’s to come?”

He smiles.

Cupping the back of my neck with one hand, he kisses me deeply, his tongue tasting mine. He moans—or was that me? This kiss is unlike any I’ve ever experienced. It’s more than just possessive; it’s hungry. I can actually feel the want radiating from him. The need. I can taste it in his kiss, in the way he holds me.

When he pulls away, I’m left weak in the knees. I have to cling to him for support.

It’s in this moment that I decide without a doubt I want to be with this man, to see where it leads us. I don’t want to let Darren stop me. My past shouldn’t have control over my future.

“Now that’s a kiss,” I breathe, licking my lips. “Can we go home now?”

He chuckles. “After I learn how to f*ckin’ ice-skate.”

“We’ll be here all night, then,” I grumble, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

“Don’t worry,” he says, moving along the ice with my hand in his. “I’m a fast learner.”

We leave in two hours.



He kisses along my jawline, and then down my neck.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he murmurs, biting down gently on my earlobe.

“Why do I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said that to a woman?” I tease, closing my eyes and enjoying his lips against my skin.

“Because it is,” he says, and I feel him smile against my neck.

“I want you,” I whisper. “Now’s not the time to be a gentleman, Ardan.”

He lifts his head at that, then kisses my mouth while pushing down the straps of my tank top, along with my bra straps. I sit up enough so I can reach behind me to undo my bra. He pulls it off for me, throwing it aside, then pulls down my top to my waist, baring my breasts and stomach to him.

“Fuck,” he grits out, cupping my breasts with his hands and squeezing gently. “You’re beautiful everywhere.”

I look down at my boobs, which are currently completely covered by his hands, because there isn’t much there in the first place.

“You haven’t even seen everywhere,” I say, undoing my jeans and struggling out of them. Ardan helps, then studies my red lace panties before taking those off too.