“All gravelly. I’m surprised you don’t have more women lining up at your door with that voice.”
Those eyes of his flashed heat causing my belly to do somersaults. God, this man. He only had to look at me like that and talk to me in his I-wanna-do-bad-things-to-you voice and I would let him have his way, any way, with me. “I don’t want other women, angel. I only want you.”
I let his finger go. “That’s a good answer, romeo.” Our lips met and I pressed my body hard against his. My fingers threaded through his hair and I moaned as our tongues found each other.
I will never taste him enough.
Or have him enough.
He slid his hands down my sides and around to grip my ass. Pulling his mouth from mine, he rasped, “These clothes really need to come off.” As he said this, he hooked his fingers over my panties and forced them down.
I moved so he could remove them and then sat back down, loving the feel of his hands cradling my ass and his thumbs stroking my skin. “We need to talk,” I whispered.
Raising his brows, he said, “Really? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”
“You’ve only just started.”
“Like fuck I have. You wore that tight-as-hell dress to dinner. This started then, sweetheart.”
I grinned. “I’m surprised you managed to wait this long.”
“That makes two of us.”
“So you can wait a bit longer then. This is important.”
He moved his hands from under me and glided one up to hold my waist while the other rested on my thigh. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been thinking about us and about the fact you move around a lot. And I’ve been wondering what your plans are for that?”
His lips pressed together before he replied. “Settling back in Brisbane was never on the cards for me but everything’s changed since meeting you. Now I wanna be where you are. Problem is, I love being on the road so I’m not sure where that leaves us.” I loved his honesty and the way it bled into his voice. Havoc had gone from being closed off to me and anything a relationship between us could offer, to being willing to lay his feelings down and open himself up.
I ran my fingers along his arm. “Would you take me on the road with you?”
His brows pulled together. “That would be hard when your work is here.”
“What if my work could be done from anywhere?”
After taking a moment to process that, he said, “If you’re telling me you’ve figured out a way to be on the road with me, I’ll be packing you a bag and sitting that beautiful ass of yours on the back of my bike as soon as I can.”
I looped my arms around his neck. “Looks like you’re gonna have to pack me a bag. I only see one problem.”
“And what’s that?” His hands landed on my ass again. One of my favourite places for them to be.
I pressed my mouth close to his ear. “You told me once that putting me on the back of your bike wasn’t your best move so I’m concerned that your cock will be in permanent pain.”
He laughed and found my gaze again. “Looks like I’ll just have to pop a painkiller and man the fuck up.”
“Good to see you listen to me sometimes,” I said as I savoured the sound of him laughing. Laughter looked good on Havoc and I loved that I’d caused him happiness.
His hands left my ass so he could grip my waist. In one swift movement he had me repositioned with my back to the bed. He hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire and his hands wrapped around my wrists, planted to the bed either side of me. “Now, can I get back to where I was?” he demanded and I quivered at his tone.
Yes.
I nodded but didn’t say a word. I simply waited in anticipation for what was to come.
He pressed my arms into the bed before letting go of my wrists, and ordering, “Don’t move.”
My pulse spiked.
Bossy Havoc could order me around any day.
He removed my shirt before bending to lick one of my nipples and then the other. I almost whimpered at the loss of his mouth when he moved to press kisses down my stomach. Shifting on the bed, he settled in between my legs, drawing them up to rest on his shoulders.
His eyes found mine.
He stilled.
The air vibrated with electricity as we watched each other.
This man was the one for me.
My passion.
My protector.
My love.
I would never want a man as much as I wanted Havoc.
“Fuck.” The word tore from his lips, bruising the air with its intensity.
I forgot his order to not move my arms. Placing my hand on his cheek, I whispered, “I know.”