Page 105 of Down & Dirty: Rage
She hid the sense of triumph blossoming in her chest and purposely asked, “Do you recommend more practice?”
His jaw shifted and instead of answering, he began to strip her free of her clothing in a jerky fashion.
Like he was trying not to lose his shit.
That meant he might be about to lose his shit.
She helped him remove her clothing, since he was yanking at it so hard that, when her shirt got caught, he almost popped her head off along with it. Her bra went next. Then he was peeling her leggings down with such force, she was almost taken back down to her knees.
Oh yes. His patience was hovering at level zero.
When he finally got her bare feet free from the stretchy fabric, he tried to whip the leggings across the room, only for them to flutter to the floortwo feet away.
He did a double take when he couldn’t find her underwear.
Because of his reaction, she fought a grin. “Sometimes I go commando, too.”
His chest swelled but he said nothing.
She needed to be careful with the amount of teasing because she didn’t want him stalking out of the apartment and leaving her hanging.
She wanted this.
She wanted him.
Wanted him to want this.
Wanted him to want her.
To wantonlyher.
While that last one might not be realistic, everyone was allowed some wishful thinking.
Even her.
She only needed to protect herself when those dreams were crushed. Because no doubt, they would be. It was only a matter of time.
He wasn’t doing this willingly, he was doing it because he’d been pushed. Because, despite not wanting to do what he was about to do, it was in his biker blood to be possessive. Protective. Controlling.
Almost every man in her life was like that. Save one, maybe.
Her father.
The tear of the condom wrapper pulled her from her line of thinking.
“Get on the bed,” he growled. “Now.”
Since she was no fool, she scrambled to get on the bed. She would accept whatever he was willing to give. For now.
She only hoped the better, more experienced she got withsex, the easier it might be for him to see her as a potential ol’ lady. As his “woman.”
Eventually, his wife. The mother of his children.
Because she wanted no one else.
She never had.
She always knew he was it for her. Even the idea of being with someone else turned her stomach.
