Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(4)

“That’s right.” His burning gaze rakes over my face, as though he’s committing each feature to memory. I do the same, although I have the feeling I’ll never forget any part of him, even if I want to. “I knew what you wanted the second you walked in.”

I clutch his biceps. His grip on my hair verges on painful but it’s an exhilarating kind of pain. “You’ve no idea what I want.”

His teeth flash in a predatory smile that makes me all warm and wet. “Sure I do. Rough and dirty.” He pulls my head back and wraps his free hand around my exposed throat. His fingers are callused and his grip isn’t light. My pulse hammers against his thumb, reminding me of how vulnerable I am. “Say it.”

Rough and dirty. That’s exactly what I want. A perverse part of me refuses to obey his arrogant command. And so the words I swore never to say slip out. “I want you.”

…

Zach

My fingers tighten in her hair, and she gives a sexy little gasp and digs her nails into my biceps. Her breathy confession is hot, even though it’s not what I told her to say. With my rep, girls don’t usually f*ck with me once I get them alone, but somehow I don’t care tonight.

She doesn’t know my rep.

“You’ve got me.” I slide my hand down her throat and push back her coat. She’s wearing a tight-fitting black dress that doesn’t show nearly enough skin. It doesn’t take much effort to pull the coat off her, and for a dress that covers her from shoulders to wrists, it’s still the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

She grabs my cut and tries to tug it off my shoulders. I grasp her hand and twist her arm behind her back. “Don’t touch the vest, princess.”

“Why not?” She stares up at me, and for the second time since she strolled into the bar, I pause. She has the prettiest eyes I’ve even seen, especially now they’re all dark with lust.

“Because I said so.” Before she can respond to that, I hook my fingers into the soft material of her dress and yank the thing down her arms. She gives another one of her gasps, as though I’ve shocked her, but I’m more interested in eyeing her gorgeous rack, which is barely contained in a lacy, black and red bra.

She wriggles her shoulders, obviously trying to force her sleeves farther down her arms, but all it does is makes her tits jiggle like a porn star.

“Wait. I’m caught up here.” She pulls on her sleeves until her arms are bare, and then gives me a weird smile, as though she’s shy or something. “Your turn.”

Yeah, my turn. I take the ends of her sleeves. They’ll do. “Put your arms behind your back.”

Her smile wavers. “Excuse me?”

I laugh at the shocked look on her face, as well as her polite response. Most girls I know would tell a guy, f*ck off, *, if they didn’t want to do something. Not that I get told that. I know what girls want when they come with me. “Don’t make me do it for you.”

She blinks, and her long, blue-tinged eyelashes distract me for a second. And then, real slow, she puts her arms behind her back, causing her tits to practically pop right out of her bra.

I hike her short skirt up to her hips and then turn her around. Her red hair’s started to dry, and tumbles halfway down her back. Christ, she’d look good with that hair spread out all across my bed.

Not gonna happen. I push the vision aside and wrap her sleeves around her wrists, binding her good and tight. She flexes her fingers and gives me a f*ck-me-now look from over her shoulder.

It’s hard to resist with her standing there with her dress bunched up showing a teasing peek of her ass, and her hair half hiding her naked back. Her legs are bare and I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.

Later.

I slide my hand over her tempting behind. She’s wearing a scrap of black lace that hugs her butt cheeks. Probably cost a fortune. I tug the material down her legs and grasp one ankle. She raises her foot, and I yank the lace over her crazy pink boot.

“Are you going to take me from behind?” Her breathy question isn’t just unexpected, it’s hot as hell. I resist the urge to bend her over the pool table and do her, because she’s going to be on her knees begging for it before I take her.

I tear my gaze from her ass. “When I’m good and ready.” I’m more than ready now, but I won’t let any woman dictate my moves. “Turn around.”

She slowly twists around on her heels, like she’s done this a million times in the past. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and her lips part as she looks up at me. I’m not big on kissing—I’d much rather eat a chick’s *—but there’s something about her that makes me want to taste her mouth and feel her tongue tangle with mine.

For a moment I hesitate, but it’s not like any of my brothers are here to see me and call me out on it. Fuck them, anyway. I claim her mouth, and it’s sexy and sweet, like nothing I’ve done before. I push my tongue inside her, exploring and tasting and, f*ck, how can this be so damn good?

I plunge my hands through her hair and hold her head still. She presses her body against me, all soft and submissive, while her tongue drives me wild.

Panting, I pull back. Her eyes are half closed and her cheeks are pink. Strands of her hair cling to her face and her breathing’s ragged as I grasp her waist and hoist her onto the edge of the pool table.