Page 93 of Allegiance
“And what’re you going to say when she asks you that?”
“That you don’t want to.”
She lightly punched his arm. “The tough biker’s going to blame it on me?”
Tank glanced sideways at her. “Yeah. You’re the one that has all these fuckin’ levels we need to go through. Now we’re at the” —he turned to her— “what the hell did you call it?”
“I don’t have any names. I swear you invent this shit.”
Tank laughed. “You’re telling me you haven’t been orchestrating all this since we left the safe haven months ago?”
“I just said we should go slow, and we are.” A small frown creased her forehead. “Don’t you like how it’s going between us?”
Tank pulled over to the curb and pivoted in his seat. He reached over and tugged her closer to him. “I love being with you. If it were up to me, we’d have been living together months ago. I mean we practically were. I was at your place more than my own.”
“Okay, then what’s the problem?”
He cupped her face with his hands, lifting her chin to meet his eyes, and smiled at her. “We don’t have a problem, darlin’.”
“Then why—”
Pressing his mouth against hers, he smothered her words with a kiss. He held her close, rubbing his hands up and down her back. When he let go, minutes later, he looked into her eyes.
“I love you, baby, and I’m good with whatever level you put us on next.”
“You make me sound so cold and calculating.”
“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re cold, baby.” He ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing them before pinching her nipples through the soft fabric of her top.
She sucked in a breath.
Tank lowered his head and captured her mouth again, this time plunging inside it. She unbuckled her seatbelt and hooked her arms around his neck, as their kiss deepened. One of his hands kept fondling her breast while the other slid down her body until it landed between her legs, pushing against her. Shooting sparks of desire licked through her. Groaning low, she slipped her hands under his shirt and glided her fingers over his hard, firm chest before trailing them down lower to his stomach, lightly brushing back and forth.
Tank hissed when she put her hand on his dick and rubbed him through his jeans, loving how hard he was. He placed his hand over hers and pressed down while he moved his hips toward her.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to spread your legs apart and lick your sweetness.”
“And then?”
“Prop your legs on my shoulders and fuck you good and hard.”
“Too bad we’ll have to wait.” She pulled away and smiled.
Confusion spread over his features. “Why?”
“We’re going over to Raptor’s for his daughter’s graduation, remember?” Lena pulled down the visor and reapplied her gloss then finger-combed her hair.
Tank shook his head. “Fuck, I forgot. You make me all kinds of mixed up, woman.”
She laughed. “Did you remember to bring the card?”
“Yeah,” he said, settling back in the seat. “I just forgot about it while we were fooling around.”
“Ilovefooling around with you.” She ran her nails down his arm.
He winked. “Good to know.”
“How’s Nick doing?” She put on her sunglasses and pushed the visor up.
