Page 75 of Dirty Salvation

Even now he was sucking on her lower, lip, teasing her tongue into playing with his, hands leaving her hair he got hold of her ass, rubbing himself on her.

Somewhere far away she heard a throat clear.

And again, louder this time.

"Rider..." she moaned, swept up in his savage burst of passion. Trying to detangle them, his mouth only chased after hers. Sucking her down some more.

They groaned together.

She pulled at his hair, fingers scraping against his scalp, said his name again into his mouth before she successfully wrenched away.

Preacher was stood right there, not even a foot away, looking anywhere but at the pair going at it grinding like two dogs.

Well, this was a little bit mortifyingwas her assessment as she cleared her throat and looked anywhere but at Rider, she couldn’t handle the lust in his eyes as well as her own feelings at the same time. Zara's face fused to a deep red, she could feel the heat crawling onto her cheekbones. Embarrassed, she'd forgotten where they were, in the heart of the club with everyone around looking on.Oops.

They all probably got a good eyefuck of Zara and Rider eating each other's faces off. Oh, Jesus. She slid herself down his body, and he kept her trapped there, between the bar and his harder body, his eyes boring into her.

"Church is ready, Prez," Preacher announced, the smile in his voice, amused at what he'd witnessed. Zara avoided looking at him, sure she'd blush redder than her mother's home-grown tomatoes.

"Be a minute." Rider told him huskily, eyes never leaving Zara's face.

When they were alone, he cupped her hip, she felt the heat of it through her jeans.

She felt marked.

Well. So, that was how she showed him she was relieved he was okay by shoving her tongue down his throat as far as she could go. It was unconventional, she supposed.

She should feel shame.Something along those lines. Instead, that light sensation continued.

Embarrassed, for sure. Shame, not a bit.

"I gotta go see to some club stuff, Icy. This isn't over." His deep timber issued, the noise incredibly sexy rattled his chest, and finally she looked up, his fingers under her chin tipping her head back, his thumb brushed her lower lip. His voice rougher this time. He repeated. "Thisisn't over."

"Rider. Listen." Swept up in the momentum and the adrenaline, she'd been so glad to see him unscathed, that she'd launched herself into his arms before logic could reason her not to. That didn't mean anything between them had changed.

“No. Icy. I mean it.”

She pressed hands to his chest asking him silently to back up, to give her that breathing space where she didn't smell his skin. Thankfully he gave her that.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you, don't think I am." she'd be lying out her ass if she told him it was a thank you, so she didn't. "This,”she motioned a finger between them. “isn’t a thing. Go to your meeting, your boys will be waiting." she smiled up at him.

He scowled. His head cranked down. Deep set eyes. Beautiful eyes.

She wanted to kiss him again.

His scent was too masculine. His mouth tempting. This was crazy. She shouldn't be feeling anything like this not after… men just died.

"Zara..." her name was a warning.

Slipping out from under him, she could finally breathe, the equilibrium returning to her brain.

Boy, Rider packed such a punch, almost taking her feet from under her. The man could kiss. The anxious feeling in her stomach fled, replaced with sharp longing.

"Go." she urged with a smile. Funny how she could smile when the most atrocious crimes were committed tonight.

Those same crimes had brought a peace to Zara's heart. It should make her no better than those monsters. She didn’t care.

"I'm going to grab some sleep. And Rider? Thank you." Her pulse was rapping harder with his intense stare, but it went into free-fall when she watched his tongue snake out and lick his lower lip.

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