“We’ll hunt them down. Guaranteed.”
She tightened her arms around Cade, drinking in the warmth of his body. “That was a pretty damn awesome rescue. Very Cade. Lots of drama. No sneaking around or hiding in the shadows. Just straight plowing through the wall in an SUV like an action hero.”
“I know something else I want to plow into. Hop in and I’ll take you back to the clubhouse and show you what else an action hero can do.”
“You’re filthy.”
“And you love it.”
“I love you,” she said. “But the filth is a close second.”
*
“What’s this?” The skin on the back of Dawn’s neck prickled when she saw the duffel bag packed on Cade’s dresser. She’d checked on the girls and showered in the grimy clubhouse washroom to wash away all traces of Jimmy, easing the tension from her body. Now, freshly scrubbed and dressed in one of Cade’s shirts, her anxiety returned all over again.
“You’re going on the road so soon?”
“Shhhhh.” He cupped her face between her hands and brushed his lips over hers. “I got a coupla things I got to do that can’t wait. I’m taking T-Rex, Dax, and the prospect with me.”
She tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his hands too firm, his lips too soft. “Where are you going?”
He smoothed a hand over her forehead. “Better if you don’t know.”
“I want to know where you’re going.” She shoved him back against the door. “I’ll be worried, Cade. I worried when you were up in Whitefish, but at least I knew where you were. Tell me. Now.”
“You trying to turn me on, babe? ’Cause I’ll let you know a secret. That fire of yours, when it gets going, makes me hot like nothing else. Nothing a biker likes more than soft and sweet with a sassy inside.”
“Cade…” She moaned when his hands slid down to her ass, pulling her hips against his hardened length.
“I want to love you, babe,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me love you tonight. I promise you won’t regret it.”
She answered him with a kiss, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest. “Love me. Then tell me where you’re going.”
“I’ll tell you where I’m going to as soon as you strip off your clothes.” Cade settled himself on the bed, hands behind his head, legs spread, the quintessential alpha male.
“I’ve never stripped for anyone, Cade. Not after leaving Jimmy.”
“You aren’t stripping for anyone. You’re stripping for me. And you’re gonna think about how much I love your body, and how much I want you, all of you, inside and out; how I’m dying here waiting to see every beautiful inch of my beautiful girl.”
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of her top. Drawing in a shallow breath, she pulled it up and over her head. Why was she so nervous? They’d had sex. He’d seen her without her clothes. But she’d never felt like she was baring everything to him before, dropping the walls that protected her heart.
“Keep going.”
He wanted her. Not just her body, but her. For the longest time she hadn’t known who she was. Even after she left Jimmy, she had one goal and one goal only: to get her girls back. But Cade made her think about herself, who she was, and what she wanted. He made her see just how deep her strength ran, and how desirable she was to him. She wanted to take what he offered. To bare herself to him and not worry about what might happen after.
She dropped the shirt on the floor, shivering in her purple bra and panties as cool air brushed over her heated skin.
Cade made a low, sensual hum of approval. “Turn.”
A smile tugged at her lips, and she turned for him, using the skills she’d learned when she was dancing. Smooth, elegant, slow, and seductive.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
Encouraged by his half-lidded gaze and obvious arousal, she slowly slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, and then she ran her finger lightly over the lace framing the crescents of her breasts.
When his eyes flared, she tucked her thumbs beneath the elastic at her hips, running them back and forth over her tummy before she slid them down her thighs.
“Stop.”
Half bent over, her breasts swaying gently beneath the cups of her loosened bra, she looked up to see he had half risen from the bed.
“Don’t you want me to finish?”
His low rumble reverberated through the room. “I can’t wait.”
“You started this. If I can do it, you can wait. I’ve never wanted to strip for someone before. It was never really a choice. But I’m kinda enjoying your discomfort.”
Cade tensed and she could see his inner struggle in the lines of his face. His hand slid to his groin and he adjusted himself. “Discomfort is the least of what you’re gonna feel when I get my hands on you.”
“Promises. Promises.”
“Finish.”