Riding Him (Ghost Riders MC #5)(28)

“I’m not playing games with you,” I say, agitated that I like his lazy ministrations. I can imagine him doing this to my clit. He can probably feel my heartbeat speeding up as I think about it.

“No games,” he says, rising to his feet, pulling me towards the back of the bar. His strong grip leads me to the rear hallway. He checks every door handle we pass, trying to find an unlocked one. When the last door pops open, he hauls me inside. He presses my spine against the closed door, his firm, masculine body pressing into me. I start to protest, but am cut off when his mouth covers mine.

His insistent erection feels rigid against my stomach. His tongue pushes into my mouth. He grabs both of my wrists and locks them into one of his hands, pinning them above my head. He holds me against the door with his hand and his body, but I could break free if I really wanted to.

I should stop him, but his dominance is intoxicating and so very different than what I normally go for. The sudden attraction I feel for him is odd. Unwanted. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection against me. Pulling back as if he needs oxygen, he lifts his mouth from mine. “I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you.”

My eyes pop open at his words. His intense gaze holds me hostage.

“Looks like you didn’t have to wait too long then, did you?” I reply, but a strange look crosses his face. It’s gone so quick, I’m not sure it was there. “And FYI, I don’t kiss on the mouth. So if you want to taste me you’ll have to do it somewhere else,” I add, flashing a wicked grin. “Call it a test. You make me cum with your mouth and I’ll let you take me to the hotel next door. If you can’t make me cum, then I go back out to the bar and find someone who can.”