Sinner's Steel (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #3)(74)

“I believe you.”

He felt those words deep in his chest, filling a void in his soul, assuaging a fear that he had carried since the day he left Stanton. “I’m sorry about your dad, sweetheart.”

She straddled his lap, sliding her knees on either side of his hips, the curve of her sex pressed tight against his cock that was hardening again despite the bitter past he’d dragged into the light.

“Make it go away, Zane. For both of us. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. I want you inside me. I want to drown in you until I don’t know anything else.”

Sweeter words he’d never heard, but it was what they meant that beat the last of the darkness away.

Forgiveness.

But could he forgive himself? Every mile he’d driven away that night had made it harder to contemplate going back. Each day had made him more certain it was best he stayed away until he was worthy and had something to offer other than just his love. Every time he looked at Ty, he was reminded of the mistake he’d made, everything he’d missed, and how he’d left his girl unprotected and she’d be taken by another man.

Never again.

He eased her down on the bed and stretched out beside her, propping his head up with his hand as he caressed her beautiful body. His hand dipped into her narrow waist and then out again over the curve of her hip, and then over the soft skin of her thigh.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” She slid a hand over his shoulder, cupping the back of his neck to draw him down to her lips. And then all thoughts of being slow and gentle faded away beneath the primal need to take her.

He rolled until he lay on top of her, one leg tucked between her thighs, pressed against the moist heat of her *. With his forearms on either side of her head, he devoured her mouth, drinking her down as if dying of thirst. Evie rocked her hips against his shaft, each small motion a sweet, painful pleasure.

“Shirt,” she panted, reaching beneath the press of his body. “Off.”

“Panties. Now. Or I’ll tear them from you.” He sat up and tore his shirt over his head, then helped her slide her panties over her hips. For a moment, he couldn’t move, drinking in her beauty, from her soft curves, to the red-gold curls at the juncture of her thighs, to her lush breasts tipped with dusky rose nipples, to the face that had haunted his dreams.

Evie blushed and turned away, her hands coming up and over her breasts. “Zane…”

Gently, he tugged her hands away. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Let me look.”

Her blush spread down her neck, teasing the crescents of her breasts. On impulse, he leaned forward and drew a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking the hard peak, his hand caressing her softness until her blush had gone and she writhed on the bed beside him. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him down, sliding under his body until he had to drop his weight to his arms for fear of crushing her.

“I never really got to look at you before.” He pressed a kiss to each of her breasts and then feathered his lips down her body, tasting the salt on her skin, inhaling the light floral fragrance of her perfume. Her hands clutched his hair as he followed the dip in her stomach, and when he circled her belly button with his tongue, she trembled.

His cock protested its confinement when he reached her mound, but this was about Evie, her pleasure, her need. He slid down the bed and Evie widened her legs to accommodate his shoulders, her heels digging firmly into the mattress, her hips rocking up to the heat of his mouth. But he wanted to draw it out, savor her. So he pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh and continued his descent, kissing his way down her long lean legs until he reached her feet.

“Don’t you dare.” Evie pushed herself up on her elbows, her beautiful face flushed with desire. “You know how ticklish my feet are.”

Yes, he knew. He remembered everything about her.

“Zane!” She shrieked and twisted when he ran his nails along the sole of her foot, and then she laughed—really laughed. It was a sound he’d never thought he’d hear again, and he pushed himself up to kiss her.

“You’re different.” Evie stroked her hands over the bunched muscles in his shoulders and down his back. “Aside from being bigger and stronger and likely able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, you seem more … self-assured.”

“I know what I want.”

“What do you want?” She licked her lips and all thoughts of taking her slowly flew out the window.

“You.” He claimed her mouth in a kiss that served only to heighten his need. She tasted like peppermint, fresh and clean, a contrast to the thoughts he had about what he wanted to do to her while he had her in his bed.

Her fingers stroked over his chest and around to his back. She was glorious beneath him, her lips pink and swollen from his kisses, her fiery hair spread over the pillow, her nipples rosy and peaked, rising toward him with her panting breaths. She dropped her hands to the fly of his jeans and he hissed in a breath when she ripped it open.

Fuck. He needed her bad. He rolled, bringing her with him, until she was lying on top, her soft, sweet body wedged between his thighs. “Touch me.”

She sat up and eased his jeans over his hips, following them down his legs until he kicked them off, then kissing her way back up. With a grin, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. “How do you want to be touched?”