Just saying the word fuck sent a naughty thrill through her body. And the thought of fucking Zane right here, right now made her mouth water. How long had it been since she’d taken a risk? How many years since she’d felt that rush of adrenaline she’d shared only with Zane?
“I can smell sex on you, Evie,” he murmured as he licked along the shell of her ear. “If I slid my hand into your panties, I’d find you wet and ready for me.”
His dirty talk made her pussy wet, her nipples hard, and sent desire through her like a crashing wave. Her hips swayed, grinding ever so lightly against his rigid shaft, and she gripped his forearm when he slid one hand beneath the front panel of her dress, and into her panties, his fingers resting just above her clit. The world faded away, the bikers laughing and talking around them, the music pulsating through her body, the clink of glasses as Gunner poured drinks. There was just her and Zane and an ache only he could take away.
“That makes you hot.” With his free hand he caressed her thigh, just at the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, exposing her creamy skin to his ardent caress.
“Yes,” she whispered. There was no point denying the potent chemistry between them. Plain and simple, Zane made her burn.
“I make you hot.” Passion and raw hunger blazed in his eyes, and something darker, deeper, something that curled warm in her belly, spreading out to her fingers and toes.
“Scorching.” She rocked against him.
“Tell me you want me.” His hand snaked up her back, fisted her hair. She gasped at the sharp pain, felt a rush of heat between her legs.
“I want you, Zane.” And she did. She wanted this, the thrill, the risk, the rush.
She wanted him.
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Fuck she was sexy, with her lush lips, pink and glistening, wanting him to fill her sweet mouth. She labored her breaths, teasing him with the view of her breasts rising and falling, taut nipples just waiting to be pinched. The act of claiming her, knowing his brothers were watching, curious about the first woman Zane had ever brought to a club function was unexpectedly, inexplicably erotic and he’d never gotten so hard so fast in his life.
Consumed with desire, he released her and led her out of the shop and into the hallway leading outside. With a low growl, he shoved her up against the wall between the stairwell and the washroom, then yanked her dress up over her hips.
“Zane!”
Heedless of her cry, he pushed her silky panties aside and pressed a finger into her wet heat, angling his body to keep that particular intimacy hidden from anyone who might be watching.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“And you’re so fucking sexy.” She rocked her hips against his finger.
Christ, was there anything hotter than his woman needing him? Zane’s blood pooled in his groin. He would give her what she wanted and more. When he’d first arrived at the shop this evening, he’d been off-kilter, still thrown by her withdrawal the night before and the mess he’d made of the morning with Ty. But now, with Evie willing and responsive to his touch, he felt grounded. In control.
“He removed his finger and replaced it with two, parting her thighs with a gentle nudge of his knee.
“Oh, God.” Her nails dug into his forearm as he thrust his fingers deep into her wetness. “Is this what happens at all the Sinner parties?”
“I wouldn’t know. Usually I take watch.” He rubbed his fingers along her sensitive inner walls, and her pussy tightened around him.
“They must have been … surprised … to see you … tonight.” She stammered, breathless, close to climax, her body trembling.
“More like shock.” He slowed his thrusts, teasing her with light, shallow strokes, taking her down so he could send her higher, make her scream. “Never brought a woman to the club either, so they got a double dose.”
Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned. “I feel flattered.”
“What else do you feel, sweetheart?” He added a third finger and thrust in so deep her breath caught in her throat.
“I feel like I need to come.”
“Soon. But not here.” He withdrew his fingers, wiping her wetness along her inner thigh so she would have something to remember as they made their way upstairs. “I don’t want to share any more of you than you’ve already shared with my brothers.”
“Yo! Zane.” A highly inebriated Tank stumbled toward them as Zane steered Evie toward the stairwell, his mind focused on getting her naked and upstairs as quickly as possible.
“Not now, brother.”
“Where’s Connie tonight?” Oblivious to Zane’s scowl, Tank leaned against the wall and took a swig from the beer bottle in his hand.
Blushing, Evie reached out to steady him. “She’s with her grandmother in in Joilet.”
Tank leaned closer, slurring his words. “She’s one hot chick.”
“Back off.” Zane shoved Tank in the chest. “Maintain a perimeter.”
“Hey, brother. We were just having a conversation.” Tank jerked away from Zane’s touch and the beer in his hand splashed over Evie’s dress.