Page 74 of Dirty Salvation

And then there he was striding in through the door, a blast of frigid air wafted over before the door slammed shut behind him, Hawk, Grinder and lastly Lawless.

Four grim reapers.

Holy shit. They looked like a bloodbath.

Two were smiling like sinister demons. She shivered, but not from fear because her eyes were already searching out the one who wasn’t smiling. So grave. His blue eyes hit her and didn’t move away. Before Zara realized it, she was making her way over to him. Moving faster with each hurried step, and then she was throwing herself into his arms, she didn’t care the state of his shirt.

He had come back.

He was okay.

He was okay.

If she’d thought for a second he wouldn’t catch her, she wrapped her legs around Rider’s waist just in case, but she shouldn’t have doubted when not even a moment later his long-muscled arms came around Zara’s body tightly as if he could draw her even deeper into him. She felt him sigh and say her name.

What he’d done for her, given her, she could never thank him enough, something cracked free within her chest, she wanted to deliriously giggle, she was light as air.

More than likely high on adrenaline streaking through her bloodstream making her blink back tears. Worry was an immense motivator to override any fear she had.

Without considering, she drew back far enough to see his face, unfathomable things in his eyes searching her face. She dipped in and kissed his mouth, just lips touched.

The feel of his mouth was heaven.

It pulsed fire tracking over her skin. The kind of tremble that started low in her spine and ended up buried in the pit of her belly. It was slick, fast and hot, a streak of something she didn’t know but it pulsed as a living thing, urging her.

No reaction from him.

None.

This was the same man who had pushed his tongue deep into her mouth just a few hours ago.

Oh. So, he’s changed his mind about her then, she thought, drawing back a small degree.

Two large hands clamped her head, tugging her back in. Harsh ragged breaths ghosted over her lips, so close. “Jesus. Fuck.God, Zara.”

“Rider. Kiss me. Kiss me now.” she implored in a small whisper.

This time he kissed her, gently crushing her mouth, urging her to open with slow licks to her lower lip. She did, immediately and his tongue slipped in. Zara was incapable of moaning as he slanted his head, changing angles, giving her a deeper kiss, a deeper taste of him, all air left her lungs, she was soundless, enthralled in the sweep of his precision, using teeth, tongue lips to melt her.

Aware she’d been pressed against the edge of the bar, her legs tightened, his hands moved into her hair, his kiss turning savage. Her hands stroked up his chest, feeling his sternum furiously expanding.

Her heart matched the same tempo galloping wildly.

The contact of her hands seemed to spark a fresh groan from within him because his kiss deepened.

Drunk on him, her blood sizzled, intoxicated for more.

Please. Please.Please.

It was all so much more compelling and reckless than she’d remembered this kind of kiss could be.

Different. Drugging. But Zara wasn’t disappointed with the reality.

This was amazing. This was…Rider.

He wasn't gentle, or careful with her. He kissed the same way he commanded his motorcycle club; with fervency. She wriggled, felt something digging into the core of her. Sensation swam inside her head, panting to his lips. His cock was hard, straining for more.

It might have been the violence of earlier or the quiet way Rider had taken charge of her mouth, but it was too much to her system and she never wanted it to stop.

---