Nash wandered over. “Babe, J’s all over you every day. Today’s no different.”
Madison sighed as she finally allowed J to wrap his arms around her. “True.”
I looked up at Havoc and found him watching me with the look he reserved only for me.
Love.
“I love you,” I mouthed.
He bent to whisper in my ear. “How much?”
Heat shot straight to my core. I knew what those two words meant.
“Where?” I asked.
He smirked. “Angel, we just arrived at your mother’s, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to fuck you in her house while everyone’s here for a party.”
I smacked him and dragged him away from the group. “You’re playing with me. You only use those two words when you want me to show you how much I love you. Those two words get me wet and you know it. And since when do you worry about how appropriate you are?”
He snaked his arm around my waist and ran his hand over my ass. “I am playing with you. Recall this morning when you refused to suck my cock?”
“That was because we were running late.”
He dipped his mouth to my ear again. “Baby, I don’t give a flying fuck if we’re running late for something, if I ask you to suck my dick, I want you to wrap those pretty lips around me and suck. My goal today is to get you so turned on and ready for me that the word no isn’t even in your vocabulary tonight. I want your pussy so fuckin’ wet that you’re dripping from my chin when I eat you later.”
Oh, God.
My dirty biker.
I loved him and his filthy mouth more than I ever thought possible.
As Harlow flashed past us with cake, and Madison and J laughed with Al, and Scott and Nash joked with Griff, and my mother happily buzzed around her kitchen making food with love, I smiled up at him.
Thank God my life plan had been fucked up because otherwise I may never have taken a chance on the man destined for me.
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Steal My Breath
By Nina Levine
SNEAK PEEK
A Stand Alone Contemporary Romance
COMING THIS SPRING
Chapter 1
I’m not getting any sex tonight.
I know my three-month sex drought is going to continue the minute the guy sitting across from me says, “I love that shade of pink you’re wearing. I have a tie that would match it well.”
No man should wear a pink tie.
In the history of ever.
I pick up my glass of wine and drain it before standing. “I don’t think we’re compatible, Rick. And while it’s been fun learning about all the puzzles you put together and the pink tie you own, I’ve been on so many dates lately that I just don’t have it in me to sit through another hour or more knowing we’re not going to see each other again.”
A pang of guilt hits me when his mouth drops open, but the sex-starved woman inside me screams, “Don’t do it! He’s not the one who will make your vagina happier than you can.” So I stand my ground and offer a quick apology – “I’m sorry I’m being so rude, but you’ll thank me when you do finally meet the one for you” – before making a hasty exit.
Fifteen minutes later, I enter Elixir, the bar that’s like my home away from home, and exhale a long sigh of relief.
“You look like you’ve just dodged a bullet,” Avery, one of the bartenders, and my best friend, says as she reaches for the vodka she knows I’m going to ask for.
Slumping onto the barstool, I nod and rest my elbows on the counter. “Yep, I just had another date that was a complete waste of time. How many men do you think I’m going to have to go through to find the right one? Hell, at this point, I’d just settle for a guy I thought could offer me some hot sex for the night.” I take the vodka and Coke she passes me, and drink nearly half the glass in one gulp.
Raising her brows, she says, “Tonight’s dude didn’t fit the bill for hot sex?”
“God no. Not unless you’re into nerds who love to do puzzles and count Sunday lunch with their mother as a good time.” Seriously, the guy had almost put me to sleep.
“Shit, where do you find these men, Callie?”
“Online dating sites mostly.” I watch the judgemental look flit across her face and mutter, “Don’t you judge me, Miss I-Never-Struggle-To-Get-Laid, we can’t all be as lucky as you.”