Page 150 of Dirty Salvation

She never realized before.Blindreally. Despite all he’d done for her, she should have recognized the signs, even his boys had told her so. Until right that second it became crystal clear, a bolt to the temple. That man was in love with her.Real love. So much love that the snapped words had hurt him. And rather say something hurtful back to her he’d left. She’d hurt him. Damn.

Zara’s ears twitched, sure enough, there he went, his bike roaring down the street, the distinct purr was Rider's pride and joy and he was probably abusing the poor thing to get away fast enough.

She wondered if he knew he'd rushed out of hisownhouse.

And the silliness was, despite her cruel uncalled for words theywereliving together. No long drawn out conversations had been needed. Rider wanted to be with her and Zara most definitely wanted to be with him, why was she kicking up such a stink about wanting space? when all Zara wanted was to be fused to Rider’s side.Forever.Relationships were hard to figure out without a map. All she knew was, Rider made her happy, and she never felt more ultra-feminine than when blue eyes were raking over her from head to toe, fucking her with his gaze.

They’d just had their first couple fight. She sighed.

It was kind of romantic,really. Well, it would be if he ever came back.

Shrugging, she unglued her feet. A woman had to eat, pasta waited for no moody man, and she’d probably ring his cell phone any minute now to come back home but first she had burgers to grill.

Instagram-worthy coming right up.

"I hope you starve, you, idiot. It would serve you right." She muttered to herself still amused at his antics.I mean, really, Rider.Big Idiot loved her.

Love. God.

Forget the emotionally abuse from her captors, that right there was some pure bonafide scary stuff.

Humming along with the radio, taking care of food preparation, she was heavily into cooking when … Ahh, her hearing picked up a noise. It wasn't necessary to call Rider back after all. That same rumble of an engine pulling into the garage port. Her heart began to swell in her chest, above the noise of her pulse banging wildly to realize he'd come back. She heard the heavy steps as he took a couple of stairs up to the back door, and the scuff of his boots on the concrete mudroom floor leading to the kitchen and then ... he was inside.

When life was stripped bare, it was just this left. Him and her. Details didn’t matter, not really.

She rounded her shoulders, placing the last glass dish she'd used for the melted garlic butter into the dishwasher, she dropped in a dish tablet and closed it over, setting it to boil wash before saying. "You left..." It was meant to sound accusatory but came out breathier than she'd wanted.

She felt his heat along the length of her back as he approached.

His sigh was audible right before his hands spanned her waist, dragging her body to stand flush with his. That same hand traveled up her stomach sending shivers through her body until it circled the front of her throat. Holding her gently in what anyone would call an aggressive move, it was anything but to Zara. His thumb worked along her hammering pulse.

"It was five minutes, Icy. I left for five fuckin' minutes, didn't even get halfway down the block before I circled back like a fuckin' halfwit unable to leave you."

Enveloped in warmth andloveZara smiled when those gorgeous lips she adored skimmed her bare collarbone. It was too hot to wear anything fancy, but she'd wanted to look decent for him tonight so had worn a new strappy vest top that A-lined out around her belly but clung to her breasts. It was a renewed sensation to want to feel feminine again.

Lips moved against her neck, Zara tipped her head back wallowing in his touch, leaving it against his shoulder. She supposed she could forgive him. "You looked cute as hell flouncing out. I thought for a second you were going to pack your teddy bear in a little suitcase and drag it out behind you." No stopping her fun, she giggled uncontrollably when he growled against her skin, scraping his teeth as she assumed a punishment. The bite felt nice. Of course, she laughed again to have a little more. Rider didn't disappoint.

"It was not cute, dammit, Icy. You piss me off and make my dick ache all at the same time. I don't know whether to murder you or fuck you stupid half the time." She felt the dangerous tension slip through them. It melted her. His candor was always something she admired in Rider, the way he could and did just say what he wanted, no fear of consequences. If he thought it, he said it. His arms wound tighter around her waist, his crotch ground to her ass. She doubted murder was on his mind right now unless that was a very large throbbing hammer he was hiding in his pants.

Turning in his arms, he kept her exactly where he wanted her and Zara was fine with that. Cranking her head back to look up she saw so much swirl in his eyes. Her Rider so pensive. She stroked his stubble, leaving her hand there.

"My handsome runaway."

"You don't even have the grace to be furious that I left. Didn't even throw one fuckin' dish against the door. You're here laughin’ your butt off burnin’ food like I haven’t even ruined you." Rider scowled.

God. His handsome face did funny things to her insides. Her belly began to ache, not in a bad way. In a hot, wanting to fuck hard way. Her heart giving one heavy lazy thump.

"I do not burn food, biker man!" just in case, she sneaked her hand around him and flipped the stove off.

Zara grinned one of those rare wide grins that slowly was coming back into her life. Into her soul.

All thanks to him.

She ran fingers against his pinched brow until the creases smoothed out once again giving him back the most beautiful face she'd ever seen. She giggled as he leaned down and nipped her lower lip, held it in his teeth. His pissed off was veiled, but bristling beneath his surface. Everything came alive in Rider when he had a burr under his hat. He'd never been sexier to Zara.

Using both hands around the back of his neck she encouraged him to bend forward, he caught onto what she wanted and crushed her mouth, sealing together in a kiss so hot it boiled her blood causing dampness to flood between her legs. Rider always kissed her like it was the end of the world, their contact was a blaze, never giving her time to follow the patterns of just where his lips would explore next, she held on, opened to the thrust of his tongue, all logic and stubbornness falling away, it was only her and him and their devil-hot kiss. After long minutes, he gave one last provocative pull before drawing away. His eyes all over her lips still.

She could feel the vibration from his deep, shaky inhale. Body to body.

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