Page 54 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Yeah, she really was her father’s daughter.

While Rage was more like his uncle’s son.

But he didn’t want to think about blood family right now. Not when he was sporting a raging hard-on as he carried Lyric down the hallway to his bedroom with nothing but bad intentions.

He stopped at the doorway to his bedroom and freed her mouth. “Sure you wanna do this?” Because if she wasn’t, he wasn’t taking one more step toward his bed.

She ran the tip of her nose along his bearded jawline and whispered, “Yes.” Her warm breath tickled his neck.

His dick flexed and he swore his balls tightened in his jeans.

His bedroom was dark since the blinds were still closed, and he wanted to be able to see her. Every damn inch.

As he set her down on her feet, she slid down his body and over his dick, making him bite back a groan. He flipped the switch just inside the door and scanned the bedroom, trying to see it through her eyes.

Yeah, it was a disaster like the rest of his apartment. Between managing Heaven’s Angels and being the enforcer of the Dirty Angels, it wasn’t like he had time to keep his place neat.

Anyway, that was what sweet butts were for. He’d need to text a few of them later and they could tackle the mess.

But for now, she’d have to live with it.

“Probably ain’t what you’re expectin’.”

“It’s…” She made a pained face.

The funny thing was, she wasn’t much neater. Her office at the shop proved it.

“Yeah. Got a spare bedroom but it’s probably just as bad.” Since he never had guests using the room, he usually tossed shit in there to get it out of the way.

“I…uh…Are your sheets clean?”

“Really gotta ask? But what we’re about to do’s gonna make ‘em dirty, anyway.”

“Yes, but?—”

“Changin’ your mind?” If she did, in one way, he’d bedisappointed, in another, he’d be relieved. But he’d let her decide.

The look of determination was back in her eyes. “No.” She stepped farther into his room.

He took those moments to check her out, focusing on the way her perfect ass looked so damn good in the black pants hugging her legs and tucked into black, ankle-high boots.

But besides her ass, his eyes were drawn to her almost black hair in the neat braid that hung halfway down her back.

He swore he’d waited a lifetime to comb his fingers through the those strands. To feel her silky hair against his body.

For fuck’s sake, he had to still be asleep, right? Was this some sort of dream? Lyric couldn’t really be standing in his bedroom about to fuck him.

“Baby.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him in question.

“I’m awake, right?”

Her forehead puckered. “What?”

He shook his head at himself for being such a stupid ass.

He closed in on her as she bent over in the center of his messy bedroom and pulled off her boots. Once she straightened, it really hammered home the fact that at six-foot-three he was a foot taller than her.