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“Well,” he says. “Shall I take you back to Safe House?”
I glance at the time. It’s late, well after dinnertime. After most of the staff — except for Alex — will have gone home.
I’ve got time. I run the place, I pick my hours, and, right now, I feel good.
Better than I have in a long, long time.
So I smile, tilting my head. “I still have plenty of time. A couple hours, at least.”
Tank raises an eyebrow. “A couple hours?”
“I’m the boss. My breaks is as long as I want it to be.” I lean in, lowering my voice. “And my house is only ten minutes away.”
Tank’s eyes darken. A slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Bianca
The ride back to my house is a blur of electric tension. Every curve in the road, every stop at a light, becomes an exercise in restraint. My hands slip beneath Tank's jacket, finding the warm skin of his stomach, feeling his muscles tense at my touch. I press myself tighter against him, my thighs squeezing his hips, my chest flush against his back. The vibration of the motorcycle between my legs only intensifies everything I'm feeling.
By the time we pull into my driveway, I'm practically trembling with need. Tank cuts the engine, and the sudden silence feels deafening. For a moment, we just sit there, my arms still wrapped around him, both of us breathing hard.
"Bianca," he says, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear.
I slide off the bike first, my legs unsteady. Tank follows, and before I can even reach for my keys, his hands are on my waist, spinning me around, pressing me against the door. His mouth finds mine in the darkness, hungry and demanding. I melt into him, opening for him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Inside," I gasp against his lips. "Now."
Somehow I unlock the door while Tank's lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me shiver. We stumble through the doorway, not bothering with lights, navigating by touch and memory through the darkened house.
We don't make it to the bedroom. Tank backs me against the wall in the hallway, his hands everywhere at once. I push his jacket off his shoulders, hearing it hit the floor with a soft thud. His shirt follows, and I run my palms over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the raised lines of scars, the warmth of his skin.
"I want to see you," he murmurs, tugging at the hem of my top.
I raise my arms, letting him pull it over my head. The cool air hits my skin, but I don't feel cold—not with the way Tank is looking at me, like I'm something precious, something to be worshiped.
He lowers his head, pressing his lips to the curve of my breast above my bra. "You're so beautiful," he says against my skin. "So fucking beautiful it hurts."
My breath catches at the reverence in his voice. This isn't just desire—this is something deeper, something that makes my heart swell and ache all at once.
I pull him back up to me, kissing him deeply as I walk us backward toward my bedroom. We bump into walls, knocking a frame askew, but neither of us cares. By the time we reach my bed, we're both down to our underwear, breathless and desperate.
Tank lays me down gently, his body covering mine, his weight a delicious pressure that grounds me. He kisses me again, slower this time, like he's memorizing the taste of me.
I moan softly as his hands find the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. When he pulls it away, his eyes darken, hungry and reverent.
"Fuck, Bianca," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need. "I've thought about this... about you... every night since I first saw you."
His mouth descends to my breast, tongue circling my nipple before sucking it between his lips. The sensation shoots straight between my legs, making me arch against him, seeking friction.
"Tank," I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. "I need you. Please."
He smiles against my skin, a wicked curve of lips that promises everything. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs, his hand sliding down my stomach to the edge of my panties. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
My cheeks flush hot, but the darkness emboldens me. "I want your mouth on me," I breathe. "Everywhere. I want you inside me. I want—I need—to feel you."
