Page 11 of The Biker and His Bride

He looked down at me, his gray eyes unreadable—but burning. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at me like that, but tonight it felt different. Stronger. Closer.

More dangerous.

“You keep working like that,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “you’re gonna make the rest of the brothers fall in love with you.”

I swallowed. “Good thing I’m not here for them.”

That slow, wicked smirk curled his lips. “No?”

“No,” I whispered.

Rogue lifted a hand and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, fingertips grazing my cheek. The touch was gentle—too gentlefor a man who could crush a jaw with one hand—but it set my nerves on fire.

He stepped closer. Close enough that his boots touched mine, close enough that I had to tilt my chin to meet his gaze.

“I shouldn’t,” he said.

“Then don’t.”

But neither of us moved.

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “You sure?”

No. Yes. Maybe. I felt zero guilt for wanting him. Craving his hands on me.

“Just kiss me already,” I breathed.

He didn’t hesitate.

His mouth found mine slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His hands tangled in my hair, fingers threading through the strands as his body pressed into mine, guiding me gently—yet firmly—backward until I felt the rough wood of the alcove wall behind the bar.

He pinned me there with nothing but his presence, his heat, and the command in his hands. It was nothing like Caleb’s calculated cold kisses. This was all real. Fire.

I reached up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He kissed me deeper, harder, teeth nipping at my bottom lip until I gasped.

He pulled back, breathing hard, eyes searching mine. “You taste like honey and trouble.”

I smiled. “You taste like sin.”

We crashed together again, mouths hungry, hands wandering—but still careful. Controlled. As if we both knew once the switch flipped, there’d be no turning back.

His thigh slotted between mine, one arm braced against the wall above my head, the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest like he couldn’t get enough. Like he’d waited too long to touch me and now he wasn’t letting go.

He growled low in his throat when I kissed down the line of his jaw. “Riley...”

The door behind us banged open.

We sprang apart.

Trigger stood there, brows raised. “Sorry, Prez. Didn’t realize the hallway was... occupied.”

Rogue cursed under his breath, one hand dragging through his hair.

I wiped my lips, cheeks flaming.

“Back off,” Rogue said to Trigger, voice steel.

Trigger grinned. “Already gone.”

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