Page 31 of Judge’s Obsession

All I see is a band of brothers who would jump in front of bullets for one another. They’re a family, and I can’t help but want to claim them as my own.

I find Tank watching me with a knowing smile. Somehow, he’s figured it out. He can tell my view of this club has shifted. I understand why he wants to be part of this crew, too. Why he’s trying so hard to prove himself.

I nearly reach across the counter to squeeze his hand, but then I remember just how protective and possessive Judge is when it comes to me.

Instead, I offer him my warmest smile.

Strong arms wrap around me from behind, tugging me against a tall, firm body. The scent of cedar, spice, and motor oil warms my heart and soothes something deep inside me.

I grin and tilt my head as Judge runs his nose along my neck.

A shiver racks my body when his husky voice reaches my ear. “Hello, beautiful.”

I lean into his hold, reliving our moments together earlier today. When I gave myself to him.

When I turn in his arms, he presses me against the countertop, trapping me between his body and the counter with his hands braced on either side of me.

If I thought having sex with Judge would dim the desire I see in his eyes every day, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

If anything, that fire burns brighter.

I can practically read his thoughts. He wants more. I get the feeling he’d fuck me right here on the counter if I let him.

“Hey,” I whisper breathlessly. “I missed you.”

Judge tilts his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else. “Did you?”

The way he says it reminds me of the last thing he said before he left.

We’re going to talk.

Not only that, but I’m moving to his place.

A thrill shoots through me.

I nod, dragging my lower lip between my teeth.

I’m going to live with Judge. He’s serious about us. He might not have asked me to be his Old Lady, but I can no longer deny it’s a real possibility. Or maybe that’s what he meant when he said I belong to him. I’m not sure how this works.

I can’t pretend I don’t want the title, but I want to be the one to make the choice.

The realization stuns even me, but I push it aside and reach up to thread my fingers through his hair.

Judge leans into my touch before grasping my forearm and bringing my wrist to his lips.

The kiss is featherlight but no less sensual. Goosebumps spread across my skin, and I suck in a sharp breath. He doesn’t break eye contact as he closes the remaining distance and kisses me like I’m his lifeline.

He pushes my hand behind my back, making my body arch against his. His tongue slips between my lips, searching and exploring. He tastes of mint and something unmistakably him.

When he moans into my mouth, I lose control.

With my free hand, I grip the back of his head and tug on his hair. Our kiss turns wild and passionate. Everything around us falls away, leaving only our desire and pounding hearts.

It’s far too easy to forget we’re in a public place when Judge grips my waist and lifts me onto the counter.

My legs wrap around his waist, and our kiss grows even more heated.

It’s not until a cheer erupts around us that I remember where we are.