Page 130 of Dirty Salvation

If she was lucky and she desperately needed a piece of that back in her life he was the man she wanted to walk beside for a very long time, if she began to talk about their relationship, todefineit, to label it for what it was she was going to jinx it, she knew it.

And with that awareness knocking on her psyche Zara had left her counseling session in somewhat of a daze, barely giving Capone two words.

She was all about Rider and building something real, something true with him. Getting beyond the point of danger and high intensity, she wanted normal and forgiving, to build days and weeks with that man that didn't involve anything to do with the past three years.

Don't jinx it.

Zara was anxious of most everything these days, but losing what she had with Rider sent cold shivers down her spine.

He’d given her the confidence tools, one day at a time, without her grasping that was what he was doing, almost as if putting a relationship in place for the day she knew what she desired.

God. that man. Really.No wonder she was walking around with a smile while she dumped her coat on a hallway stool and began pulling out the fixings for dinner.

She’d make him spaghetti and meatballs for when he got home, they’d talk about their days just like a regular normal couple would and when they went to bed and he’d inevitably pull Zara across the mattress to smash her body into his as close as he could get her, she’d take the initiative this time, and make love to him.

Maybe she had been pulled and stretched like misshapen steel for such a long time that the Zara of old no longer existed. Stood at her biker man’s side she was the all new and improved Zara, a Zara she herself was still getting to know. However, she was now, Rider accepted her, wanted her, so it was wrong of her to try to deny them this if they could have a slice of happiness together.

People keep trying until they get it right. The rinse and repeat of life. She was no exception, not if she wanted to be happy. She needed sooooo badly for this with Rider to be herright.

It was an ache. A secret desire deep in the pit of her belly.

The down and dirty right.Okay, she wanted that, too.

Scary?Very.Uncharted waters and with a formidable guy. Zara sensed it was always going to be Rider, no matter what, no matter when, they’d simply lost their way to each other for a time, now their paths had merged again and scared or not, and she was plenty scared, she was damn well holding onto this.

While her mind was busy, chopping onions, mixing a sauce in the large pan, she thought about it some more, maybe her next session with Cathy she’d open up and tell her how she met Rider.

Progress came in small compartments. One day it was not switching on a light to ward off the monsters in the dark, the next it was fully owning up to truths you buried.

For right now it was making a gorgeous man and herself a plate of noodles and sauce. She hummed for an hour feeling content like never before. A strange odd feeling in her chest.

The ring of her new cell phone jarred her from the kitchen tasks, she wiped her hands quickly on a towel and answered, smiling at the deep timber down the other end.

“What time are you coming home? I’m making garlic bread. Though, it’s out of a packet I found buried in the back of the freezer so don’t get too excited and if I burn it you’ll have to pretend it came that way.”

Rider’s laugh sent her soft inside.

“Miss me?”

Silence.Of course. Always. Every second we’re apart. You’re becoming my world.She hesitated and he laughed again not fazed by it.

******

There was something in the simplistic way Zara sucked in a breath that Rider fucking loved to hear. As though everything Rider said surprised her into a blushing mess.

Fucking love that.And then how her Icelandic blue eyes had been lighting up in his presence the last few days, yeah, he knew his girl was missing him, feeling him, wanting him.

“Here’s what I want you to do for me, Icy, because I'm gettin' only one thing right now from the way your voice smiled when you knew it was me callin’, your body needs mine on top, inside, all over your warmth. I’ma be on my bike in two minutes. It’s gonna take me twenty-five to get home. In that time, I want you wet and ready for me, because my cock is gonna be inside you the second I get near you, in a fuck-fest you haven't even seen yet but you're about to. Understand? None of that pretty foreplay you like. I want you too much to wait.” on the other end of the phone, he heard her sharp inhale.

Stick a motherfucking fork in him.

That one breathy sound was enough to have his dick steel bat-hard ready to go to the plate and fuck for days. It was bad enough he was in a constant state of arousal simply because his old lady existed without her breathing turning him on. “That means I want your fingers strokin’ your beautiful clit. Go get comfortable.” He listened to her move through the house. Anticipation jarring his gut. “Open your legs and slide your hand between them. I’m so fuckin’ strung out for you, no foreplay, baby. Want you soaked. I need to fuck you right now. Fuck you hard until you can't stand it.”

Rider’s breathing roughened when he caught her gasping his name as if it was the most shocking thing he could ever say to her. In a lot of ways, his girl was still so innocent and he loved dirtying her up.

She loved his filthy tongue when he groaned dirty things to her while he took her, or while she cooked food, or even when she read her books out loud in bed which she'd taken to doing lately. She loved his mouth, even more, when he was eating her for breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner.

“You doin’ it, Zara? Lemme hear you before I ride and get home to you.”

---