about Ethan White. He had a way of looking at her that made her think she was in trouble, but in a really good, secret, want-to-be-held-accountable way. The instant she’d met him her body had begun to hum. As if his presence brought on some kind of heightened sexual anticipation. The zings and thrums low in her belly just kept on coming. Which was insane and probably explained why she’d been acting crazy since being introduced to him.
She’d thought she’d be able to deal with it, but then they’d gotten locked in together and it became a matter of survival. She’d gone from desperately trying to escape him. Total fail there. To attempting to pull off sassy and confident. Miserable fail. To throwing a little bitchy at him. Utter fail. And now she was succumbing to pathetically needy and her common sense was nowhere to be found? Good Lord, she wasn’t actually thinking about agreeing to this? She’d never let herself live it down if she did.
He gently tugged on her chin and she was forced to look at him again. The moment she did she was instantly struck by the serenity of his expression. He boasted a solemn confidence that put her right at ease, causing her to let go of his hand and breathe, “Okay.”
Epic fail.
“Such a brave girl.” He kissed her chin, her cheek and ear. “Relax your legs for me, honey. That’s right.”
“Ethan…” It was as if she had no will. No, more like no willpower. How could she? He stroked her through her panties. Pressing against places…doing things to her.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmm.” She was sinking, drowning in a sea of long-denied sensations and loving it. Screw living it down, she was going to live it up.
“Colin, if I let you come this way you have to promise me something.” He continued his assault. Pressing and rubbing and circling.
“Oh, yes…” She’d promise him the world providing he didn’t stop what he was doing to her now.
His words came low and husky to her ear, “Promise me if I let you come this way you’ll fuck me afterward. I want to bury myself in your hot little pussy until you scream for me to stop.”
The sensitive muscles between her legs squeezed up tight and shivered. “Yes…mmm.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I promise… I promise.” She didn’t want the thrilling sensations to end. She’d give him anything as long as he continued. Anything. It felt too good.
Fisting his shirt in her hands, she pulled at him. He was so close that his warm breath bathed her face. Their lips only a hairsbreadth apart and she was dying to get her first taste of him. Heart pounding. Nipples tightening in a delicious ache. Her legs opening as she—
“Sir?”
One moment she was sprawled, mindless with need, and the next she was assaulted by clarity. She blinked back to reality and wiggled out from underneath him. Shooting up and away from the desk, she kept her back to the door and yanked her skirt into place.
“Yes, Decklan.”
“I wouldn’t have interrupted, sir, but there’s a situation outside.”
“Situation?” Hearing this she latched on to the distraction and spun around. “What kind of situation?”
She didn’t wait for his answer as she hurried forward to get her shoes. Casper was out there somewhere.
Ethan growled, “What kind of situation are we talking about?”
“The guests have broken the agreement.”
Colin had one shoe on and paused before putting on the other. “Agreement?”
Ethan sighed. “Yes, the wedding party is primarily bikers from several different states and counties. We’d been warned that two factions were at odds, which was why we’d arranged an agreement between them ahead of time.”
She shoved her foot into her shoe and murmured, “I need to get Casper.”
“How bad?” Ethan stalked past her and ordered, “You stay here.”
“It’s a full-out brawl.”
“Brawl? I’m not staying here. Casper is out therealong with my equipment.”
She tried to rush by him, but he