Sinner's Steel (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #3)(60)
“And if you get hurt,” she continued, “or Jagger kicks you out, then we won’t get to finish our evening the way I want.” She slid one hand down his chest to his belt and then tugged his hips toward her. “You know what I want?”
Already peaked, Zane’s primal instinct took over and he grabbed her hands and slammed them up over her head, thrusting his thigh between her parted legs. “You want to be f*cked.”
Her eyes dilated and she licked her lush lips. “No.”
No? Had he read her wrong?
Evie took a breath, arching toward him, her breasts straining against the wet fabric of her dress. “I want to be f*cked by you.”
SIXTEEN
When you’re ready for your first test run, turn on the gas, put on the choke, and kick.
—SINNER’S TRIBE MOTORCYCLE REPAIR MANUAL
Zane pulled Evie against his body, and claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss. She tensed at first, wary of his loss of control, but then she met his passion with her own, lips clashing with his, driven by the same deep desires.
Dark, delicious Zane. She moaned, letting him know she wasn’t afraid of the fierceness of his kiss, loved the way he mastered her mouth. She couldn’t remember ever being with a man who made her feel such passion, who made her feel alive. Well, maybe she did. Except back then he’d been a boy.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispered, melting against him, as he released her hands.
“Go, Evie.” He pulled away, a pained expression on his face. “Not after the fight … I’m not safe, not in control…”
“I don’t want to run from you.” She teased him with a tiny nip on his bottom lip, and he growled and slanted his mouth over hers, his kiss hard and aggressive as he reclaimed her lips, leaving no doubt that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“Fuck.” He pulled away and slammed a fist on the wall beside her. “I lost it out there. You in that dress showing so much skin, drinking, the brothers looking at you like they wanted to f*cking eat you up, then Tank just blew off the lid…” He pressed his body against hers. “That doesn’t happen to me. I am always in control.”
“Except when you open yourself up. You let them see the real you, Zane. You shared something about yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Evie ground her hips against the bulge in his jeans, her pulse pounding as Zane unraveled in the darkness. He had never shared his feelings except that one night they were together, never bared himself the way she did when things went wrong, and now that he had shown himself to his brothers, to her, he clearly couldn’t handle it. Emotions couldn’t be controlled and Zane was always in control.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Take what you need from me.”
“You don’t understand.” He groaned. “There’s a side of me … I’ll hurt you.” He released her and pushed her toward the stairs. “Go upstairs and lock the door.”
A shiver ran up her spine. “You want me to run from you?”
His entire body shuddered, like he was fighting something that grew larger by the second. “Evie.” His voice dropped to a warning growl. “Run.”
She made a split second decision and then kicked off her shoes and took off, a grin splitting her face. Her bare feet pounded on the concrete hallway and she hit the door to the parking lot at full tilt. He wanted her to run, so she’d run. But not in the way he expected. Because she understood—the loss of control to passion, emotion so intense it overwhelmed, the instinct of a predator to chase its prey.
As she surged forward, she felt the rush of adrenaline she hadn’t felt in years, the freedom of baring herself to the night.
“Evie. Come back.”
She crossed the parking lot and ran into the small field behind the shop, praying there wasn’t anything sharp in the grass. Warehouses dotted the commercial area around her; giant, corrugated metal structures surrounded in barbed wire. Spotlights, streetlights, and the bright moon gave her a clear view of the soft grass underfoot. She veered over to a small thicket of trees, hoping to find more cover. Although she worked out a few times a week, the thrill of fear coursing through her body ratcheted her pulse up to a level that would have made her kickboxing teacher proud.
Chase me.
And he did. The door slammed open, clanging against the metal wall, and she heard him call her name, this time with a growl of determination that sent a delicious shiver up her spine. This was her game now. She was in control. If she wanted him to catch her, she could slow down her pace. If she wanted him to chase her, she could pick up speed. If she wanted to hide, she could head for the dense underbrush ahead. He was hers to command. Zane, VP of the Sinner’s Tribe. Dark warrior. First love. The man who had stolen her heart.
Chase me. Chase me. Chase me.
Her heart pounded furiously with each footfall, her speed hampered by her tender feet and the fabric of her dress. She heard him call, nearer now, his voice echoing in the stillness, but now that she was going she couldn’t stop. Not until he caught her. And God, she wanted him to catch her. But first he had to prove himself worthy of his reward.
Evie laughed as she ran, drawing in breaths of air scented with pine and a hint of diesel. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt such a rush, fear and excitement mixed into a heady cocktail that made her heart race and her sex throb.