Man of Honor (Battle Scars #3) - Diana Gardin Page 0,46
rearranging my insides until I don’t recognize them. They’re becoming all soft and sweet whenever I look at her. “The engine scared them.”
Her curls swish against my cheek as she leans in closer, sniffing. “You smell so good.”
Her voice has gone all low and husky, and my dick instantly jerks to attention like it’s responding to a signal that only she knows. “Yeah?” The thudding of my heart is heavy, harsh, and violent.
She breathes out. “Yeah.”
She lifts her eyes, big, warm, and beautiful to meet mine. I’m hypnotized for a minute, just staring into them while she stares right back. With an uncontrollable surge of need, my body moves into autopilot and I just react.
I tug her wrist, pulling her off the back of the bike. When she’s standing beside me, a quick gasp escapes her as I pull her to straddle my lap.
And then she’s mine.
Her lips are mine, her mouth belongs to me.
And I pillage.
And I plunder.
At the insistent urge of my tongue, she opens to me with a moan. I pull back for a second.
“Sexiest sound I ever heard, baby.” I don’t want to scare her, but I can’t do much more than growl at this moment.
Claiming her lips again, I taste her and she’s perfect. Fucking perfect. She presses against me, forcing me to go deeper, to kiss her harder. When she grinds her hips against my rock-hard cock, I can’t take it anymore. Her hands sift through my hair. Rough, rough, rough.
I wrench away from her devilish mouth and grab her ass. The fact that any other rider could come along at any moment only amps me up, not slows me down. I lift her up, and when I plunge her back down on top of me she clamps down on her bottom lip with her teeth and drops her head into my shoulder.
“Drake,” she whispers. Harsh, harsh, harsh.
Then she bites down hard on my shoulder.
“Fuuuuuck.” My breathing is ragged, heavy.
I need this woman. I need to cover her, and I need her to cover me. I need to crawl inside of her, buried deep, and learn her from the inside out. The impression of wanting to jump out of my own damn skin and into hers is eating me up. Swallowing me whole. Burning me alive.
The not-so-distant sound of several engines pulls me back to the here and now, and I freeze. My hands are still on Mea’s firm, round ass as she moves her head to glance at me. Her eyelids are heavy and she’s wearing this sexy “I want you” look that could make me come in my jeans if I’m not careful.
I want to roar with the frustration of it, but instead I climb off the ATV, pulling her with me. When I’m standing on two feet again I set her down gently in front of me but I don’t let her go.
Our friends, their ATVs slowing down to approach us, are just coming into view when I growl at her. “Later.”
She bats long lashes at me. “Promise?”
Both of my hands lift to the sides of my head and I squeeze hard. Doesn’t work. Trying to get her out of my mind is like trying to eat French fries without ketchup. Doesn’t make any sense.
“Shit, man, we saw Mea’s four-wheeler abandoned back there and got worried!” Dare’s disapproval rings clear in his tone as he assesses me. When his eyes graze over Mea and her current state of ruffled, sex-kitten appearance his eyes widen the slightest bit. Swinging his gaze back to me, he shakes his head.
“Won a bet.” I jerk my thumb toward Mea. “She’s the prize.”
Greta’s tinkling laugh warrants my attention and I glance at her. “She’s a perfect prize.”
My gaze strays to Mea again, who’s shifting from foot to foot with something akin to embarrassment. I smile as something strange and unfamiliar fills me up and practically lifts me off my feet. “I know.”
We spend the rest of the morning riding, and when we’ve all had our fill we pack it in and decide to grab a late lunch back at the house and rest up for the night.
The fragrant Savannah air is light and airy with the impending spring, and the space inside my chest feels the same way. It makes me see how much grief and guilt I’ve been carrying around since my mother’s death. And even before she died, I carried myself with the heaviness of a weighty load on my shoulders.