“You feeling it too, baby?” The hoarse timbre of his voice sent sweet lust coiling tighter.
Olivia tilted her head back and met his intense gaze, which skated over her face and stalled on her lips. The music and the chatter disappeared. The only thing she was acutely aware of was Animal: his arms touching her, his hardness rubbing against her, the bar’s blue lights falling over his strong face, a lock of wavy hair falling across his forehead, and his sexy full lips coming very close to hers. Desire, lust, and sweet electricity ran through her, and then his lips hungrily covered hers as he kissed her frantically and deeply for the rest of the song.
After the song ended, she pulled away, smoothing down her hair.
The rest of the night flashed by and before Olivia knew it, the overhead lights flickered several times, indicating that “last call for alcohol” was upon the customers.
“Do you want another drink?” Animal asked as he pushed his empty beer bottle away from him.
“No thanks, I’m already tipsy.” She giggled and brushed against him.
He wound his arm around her shoulders and tugged her to him. “I like you this way.” He nuzzled her neck, his stubble scratchy, his breath warm and soft.
“Do you?” She stroked the side of his face with her fingers.
The overhead lights turned on and people began to file out of the bar.
“Oh yeah, baby. Are you ready to go?”
Olivia glanced around and noticed all the empty tables. “Where did everyone go?”
Animal chuckled. “The place is closing.” He broke away then stood up and reached out his hand to her.
After she grasped onto his, he pulled her up and helped her on with her coat, then led her through the bar, raising his fist to Titus as they walked out.
On the drive back to her house, Olivia leaned her forehead against the passenger window; the coolness felt good against her skin.
“You okay?” Animal asked, looking at her sideways.
“Yeah, my head just feels a little fuzzy. You know, I’m surprised you picked me up in a cage.”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t have if I knew you were a biker chick.”
She reached over and lightly punched him. “I’m not a biker chick. I just had a dad and brother who were bikers.”
“You weren’t interested in any of the brothers?”
“Not at all. Like I mentioned before, my dad and brother tried to push Iceman on me, but … no … just no.” She shuddered.
“That bad?” He grinned.
“Yeah.”
“Now that I know you’re used to the life, I’ll have to take you for a ride.”
“I haven’t been on a motorcycle since my brother died.” Olivia snapped her eyes closed, trying to squeeze out the images of Leo.
“Do you miss the ride?” Animal grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Her lids fluttered open as memories of the wind rushing around her and the sun warming her face filled her mind. “Very much.”
“I’ll fix that for you. I can’t wait until Lucy’s old enough to go on her first ride. She’s gonna love it.”
Olivia smiled and laced her fingers through his free hand. “She’s got a lot of fire in her.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“I’m pretty sure she has a lot of you in her. I suspect that once Lucy gets on the back of your Harley that she’ll be addicted to the ride.” She looked over at him and admired his strong jaw, his high cheekbones, and a stubborn chin that dared anyone to try and mess with him. “I wouldn’t be surprised if, at some point, Lucy will want her own motorcycle. How would you feel about that?”
A long pause stretched between them, and she watched the muscles in his jaw clench and twitch, and then he breathed out an audible sigh.
“I hope I’ll be cool with that. I mean, if I had a son, I’d want him to have his own bike, but a daughter?” He pulled his hand away from hers and scrubbed the side of his face. “Shit, I don’t know. I’d be scared as hell that some fuckers would mess with her ’cause she’s a girl and all that. Kimber’s got a bike—a pink Harley.” He chuckled. “She can really ride. At first Throttle was wacked out about it, but now she’s his old lady and they ride all over the damn countryside.”
“Throttle’s an Insurgent?” she asked.
“Yeah, and Kimber works in Hawk’s—he’s our VP—bike repair shop. She’s a mechanic.”
Olivia playfully swatted Animal’s bicep. “Get out of here.”
He laughed. “I’m not bullshitting—Kimber’s a mechanic who rides a pink Harley, and Throttle was so fucking old school that the brothers still can’t believe it’s for real. I mean, the dude did a complete one-eighty—it was the damnedest thing.”
“I’m actually shocked. I never thought I’d hear about an outlaw having an old lady who not only is a bike mechanic but rides her own Harley. I guess your club isn’t as primitive as I thought it was.”
“That’s what I was saying earlier; you can’t judge all clubs by your dad’s and his standards. Most of us are pretty damn decent.” The corners of his mouth lifted.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Now comes me stroking your ego …”
“I don’t need the ego shit. Your tongue twistin’ with mine as you moaned took care of that.” He tweaked her chin and chuckled.
Olivia felt a slight flush heat her skin, and she looked away, grateful that they’d turned into the cul-de-sac. They stopped in front of her house, and Animal switched off the engine and climbed from the car. She shoved open her door before he came over and hurried up the sidewalk to the front porch. The moonlight shone down weakly, and she rummaged through her purse for the keys, stiffening when she heard his footsteps behind her.
Olivia’s fingers grasped the keys at the bottom of her bag, and she quickly inserted the right one into the lock. She had to get inside fast to stop the thoughts of Animal that were whirling in her head. She’d had a nice time … okay a great time. One of the best times I’ve ever had with a guy. He makes me feel so alive, so sexy, so special. Stop. Right now. This is foolish. This can’t go anywhere, but so what? Don’t I deserve a night of great sex? I’ve had more than my share of bad ones. After one night we’ll both be sated, and we can move on without hormones zigzagging constantly through our bodies. No. Don’t—you like him too much. You fall too hard too quick. Remember your pattern. You can’t afford—
Before she could turn the lock, Animal came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. He moved her hair to the side and his fingers lightly swept across her skin. He kissed around her ear and briefly licked her lobe with the tip of his tongue, then continued feathery pecks and nips down her neck. Each caress of his lips left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She trembled with desire and her taut nipples pushed against the lace fabric of her bra and her thighs quivered.
“I don’t know what it is, but you do something to me,” he said against her skin.
“Animal,” she gasped.
He reached over her and turned the key in the lock, then pushed open the door and walked her inside; the front door closed itself.
Olivia pivoted in his arms until she faced him, and he crushed his mouth to hers. She lost herself in his kiss, blocking out all worry or recriminations, only allowing herself to feel.
“I’ve been wanting you for a long time, baby,” he whispered as his hands slid down her back and landed on her behind.
Damn, it felt so good being in a man’s arms again, especially a man who was taking the time to please her. No fast, sloppy kisses followed by a cock buried in her; just slow brushes of lips that made her toes curl.
“What about Lucy?” she murmured.
“She’s at Chas’s house having a sleepover with Hope,” he replied, his mouth still on her lips, her neck, her throat.
Oh man, does he turn me on.
“Who’s Chas?” Really … that’s the best you could come up with?
“A brother. He and his old lady have a
daughter Lucy’s age.” His tongue swept across her collarbone then dipped into her cleavage.
Olivia groaned and curled her fingers in his hair, urging him closer, then gasped when he nipped her playfully with his teeth. Oh fuck!
Then his phone rang.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled away, shoving his hand inside the front pocket of his pants. He glanced at the screen. “Double fuck.” He caught her gaze. “Sorry, babe, but I gotta take this—you know the score.” He crossed the hallway into the kitchen, and she heard the low murmur of his voice.
Yeah … Olivia knew the score; it had been played out a million times during her growing years, and now she’d let herself get pulled right back into that world. Shaking her head, she let out a ragged breath and raked her fingers through her messy hair.
She heard his footsteps before she saw Animal walk back into the foyer. A frown pinched the space between his brows as he approached her.
“Club business,” he said as if that made everything crystal clear and all right. He moved over to her and snaked his arm around her waist. “Now, where were we?”
Olivia stiffened under his touch and he drew back, a quizzical look etched in his face.
“What the fuck?” he said.
A few heartbeats passed before she spoke. “It’s late and this isn’t really a good idea. The phone call brought me to my senses.” She rubbed her hands down her skirt.
“Are you fucking serious? You’re upset because I got a call from my club? You of all people?”
“It’s not that … it’s just that I’m Lucy’s teacher and—”
“Don’t start that bullshit up with me. You’re not her teacher, and if tutoring her after school is the problem, I’ll pay you privately for the lessons. Don’t stop something that you know we both want. Stop being afraid of your feelings.”
“I’m not afraid of my feelings.” Well, maybe a little, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah, you are. You’re the psych major and you can’t even figure yourself out. You’ve been living on shallow feelings for so long that you’ve buried all the true emotions inside you.”
“No, I haven’t.”
Animal held up his hands. “Be in denial—you’re the one who’s going to be sorry. Run to some pansy-ass who doesn’t know how to treat a real woman. Whatever, babe … What. The. Fuck. Ever.”
He whirled around and flung open the front door then stepped out onto the porch. She watched as he stalked down the walkway, each footstep like a stab to her gut. Animal was right—she was so afraid of admitting that she liked him, of recognizing the starved, feral side of her because she’d been hiding it for so long. For the first time in her fucked-up dating life, she had a real man, who, no doubt, could please her like no one ever had, and she was letting him walk away from her.
“Animal!” she cried out as she stood in the doorjamb.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder.
“Come back.”
Animal turned around and stared at her. “You sure about this, because I don’t go in for regrets and shit like that.”
A smile danced across her lips. Damn, I like him. “I’m sure.” But don’t get carried away. This is a night of great sex, not a love affair or happily ever after. Don’t let that happen.
A magnetic grin spread over his face as he swaggered back up the sidewalk, and she stood to the side, waiting for him to enter.
Chapter Seventeen
Olivia switched the floor lamp near the cushy chair by the window to low then slowly walked over to Animal who stood by the bed. His gaze teased up her body then locked on hers; lust heated his eyes, and the look sent a bolt of fire between her legs. A low growl rumbled from his chest, fanning the desire inside her.
“Get over here,” he gritted as he unbuttoned his shirt.
She shook her head. “If you want me, come get me.”
A wicked glint lit up his eyes, and he threw his shirt on the floor before walking toward her. Seeing him shirtless for the first time made her knees shake, and it took every bit of strength to stay rooted to the spot when all she wanted to do was run over and collapse in his arms.
“Like what you see?” he said in a low, deep voice that made her panties damp with want.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered as her gaze tracked his body up and down. He was superb—a work of art. Every muscle was taut, lean, and so sinfully enticing. A smattering of dark hair dusted his chest and trailed down his flat stomach then disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Oh man, she wanted to see what he kept hidden below that waistband.
Animal’s abs rippled with each step until he stopped in front of her. Without warning, he reached out and jerked her into his arms, crushing his mouth on hers. His kiss was hot and hungry. Her mind reeled out of control as he thrust into her mouth, touching her body and making it burn.
Olivia pulled back slightly and ran her fingertips across his chest; it was something she’d wanted to do since that day he’d come over to help move her cupboard into her home. She bent down and traced the swirling ink pattern with the tip of her tongue and smiled when Animal threw his head back and groaned. Softly, she ran her fingernails over his nipples while she continued to forge a trail with her tongue down his chest and toward his navel.
Suddenly, he yanked her to him, his hands squeezing her ass hard. “I want to see your body. Now. All of it.”
Her fingertips slipped into his waistband, brushing against the softness of his hair and the sharpness of his muscles, and he grunted.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, baby?” he rasped, pulling her hand away.
“Don’t you like that?” she asked. Her tongue swiped at his Adam’s apple before her teeth nipped his skin.
“Damn, woman,” he gritted.
The vibrations of his groan against her lips and tongue burned through her. She leaned her head back, and he showered airy kisses down her throat to the creamy swells that her top’s neckline exposed. Her hardened nipples strained against the thin fabric of her blouse and she rubbed them against his muscled chest, burying her moans against his shoulder. Everything about him sent her reeling: his scent, his look, his touch. Her vow not to become involved with him shattered; she wanted Animal to take her rough and hard, and do things to her she’d only dreamed about.
In one smooth movement, Animal broke away slightly, grasped the hem of her top, and yanked it over her head. He bent down and lavished a trail of kisses and bites over the tops of her breasts as his hands traveled up to cup them. His thumb grazed over her nipples, then flicked them teasingly until they ached for his mouth. He jerked her bra down, and her breasts popped out revealing dusty-pink taut buds. Leaning back on the heels of his boots, his gaze devoured her, stroking her with dark intent.
“Damn, your tits are fucking beautiful,” he rasped as he dipped his head.
Tilting her head back, Olivia closed her eyes, her body tingling in anticipation for his touch.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”
Fluttering them open, she caught his stare as he slowly licked the tip of her nipple. Damn! Sparks snapped through her, and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts closer, hoping he’d take them in his mouth. Animal leaned back again. Dammit! With his eyes boring into her, he pinched both of her taut buds between his fingers and pinched them, softly at first, then harder. It was exquisite and tormenting at the same time.
“So good,” she moaned, sliding her hands into his hair, her nails scratching along his scalp before her fingers tangled in his strands.
“Fuck,” he said, backing Olivia up and slamming her against the wall. His mouth assaulted her neck with hard, biting kisses—the kind that left deep red marks for days. It then moved down to her breasts, and he sucked one of her aching buds into his mouth while tweaking the other until she thought she’d explode.
“Oh fuck!” Heat flooded between her legs and she pressed closer to him, humping his leg. Harder and faster he suc
ked, and her low moans turned into cries. When he slipped his hand under her skirt and placed his palm on her damp panties, shivers rushed up her spine.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” he rasped, rubbing her aching sex.
“That’s so good,” she muttered as she ground against his hand.
“What do you want me to do?”
Swallowing hard, she looked into his eyes. “Fuck me,” she moaned.
Suddenly, Animal scooped her in his arms then threw her down on the bed and she bounced. Barely able to catch her breath, he grabbed the sides of her skirt and yanked it down, sliding it past her legs and ankles then throwing it on the floor. She sat up and reached down to take off her shoes, but he gripped her hand and shook his head.
“The heels and stockings stay on. I’ll get rid of those sexy-as-fuck panties in a minute,” Animal said. There was a feral, predatory look in his eyes as he pushed her back down on the mattress.
Her arousal surged through her senses, screaming for him to take it further, to release the built-up tension that made every one of her nerve endings crackle. Her breath caught in her throat when he grasped one side of her panties and ripped them at the seam. A wicked smile spread across his lips and he ripped the other side easily.
“Fucking amazing,” he muttered as he pushed off the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes until he stood naked before her.
Her gaze landed on his pulsing dick, which was so thick and long that she almost feared it may rip her in two. Animal climbed back on the bed, and dug his fingers into her soft flesh, spreading her bent knees wide until she felt a small stretch down the insides of her thighs. He stared at her pussy, and Olivia could feel her juices dampening the small strip of dark hair on her engorged lips.
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