Own the Wind(114)

“It’s badass biker cool,” she went on.

“Right,” he kept muttering, now through a grin.

“And it feels good on my neck and, well… other places,” she continued and his grin turned to a smile.

“Also good to know.”

“I think I’m done staring at you,” she announced.

“So, you gonna get busy?”

She lied.

She wasn’t done staring at him. He knew this because she kept doing it for a beat before she lifted her head and touched her mouth to his.

“Yeah,” she whispered there.

He grinned against her mouth before he kissed her, doing it while rolling to his back.

When he broke the kiss, she got busy and sucked him off in bed.

Like class.

Like a lady.

* * *

Dressed and sitting on the side of her bed, Hop shifted the soft, heavy hair off Lanie’s neck, leaned in and put his lips there.

“Tickles,” she murmured. He lifted his head and caught her eyes that had slid to the side to catch his. “In a good way,” she finished.

“Good,” he murmured back, and dipped his already close face closer. “Sunup, honey.”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“Later,” he said.

“Yeah.” She drew in a breath, then asked, “Tonight?”

“You want that?”

She nodded her head on the pillow.

Excellent. He did too.

He lifted his lips to her temple, kissed her there, moved them to her ear and said softly in it, “You got it.”

Then, without another look at her in her bed, sleepy, sexy, and sated, something he knew he couldn’t walk away from, he walked away from her, through her house, and out the sliding glass door, putting Lanie Heron out of his mind.

Until tonight.