Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(146)

Nothing but eggs, meat, cream, and peppers. Probably a typical diet for a man as big and built as Roman. Those muscles didn't bulge and work without the right fuel.

Five minutes later, I smiled to myself, cooking up a breakfast for the first time in my brand new house. Sure, it was a rental, but it didn't have the constant morning noise of the ranch I'd shared with Norm for so long.

It was quiet. Peaceful.

Just as I started plating the breakfast, I heard footsteps behind me. Roman's hands wrapped around my waist and jerked my butt dangerously close to him before I could even turn around.

“Didn't know you were a mind reader, babe. Feels like I've been in hibernation and haven't eaten all fucking year. Shit, that smells good.” He leaned in close, drawing a sharp breath.

My body tensed, especially when his fingers flexed around my belly, only a few inches from my breasts. Jesus.

I reached up and pulled around my collar, trying to hide the way my nipples turned to pebbles. I silently cursed myself for forgetting to put on a bra.

Part of me wanted to believe he was really just hungry for the omelet scramble steaming on the plate next to me. But the way he inhaled, leaning in close, I had a feeling he was smelling me, feeding a hunger building in the rock hard length pressed against my ass.

“It's ready when you are!” I chirped, spinning around nervously. “Come on, let's eat.”

He barely loosened his grip enough to turn, and locked on tight, holding me against the counter. Of course he still had to be shirtless.

Bare chested and magnificent, the ferocious bear stamped on his chest matching his feral expression.

“You know I want the whole damned package, right? You were coming with me and wearing my brand regardless, babe, whether you wanted it or not. I can live with pretending. I can deal with playing this shit up for show.”

He licked his lips, pushing his face in, heading for my ear. His stubble brushed across my cheek, and my knees turned to jelly, melting like hot wax alongside everything else below the waist.

God damn. Was it already too late to back away? I'd forgotten how deliciously electric his touch could be when I didn't want to gouge his eyes out, how easy it was for his skin, his hair, his strength to make every nerve in my skin sing.

“I told you I can deal, Sally. You get that?” He paused, stamping his red hot lips on my earlobe. “Thing is, I don't fucking want to. I want this shit to be as real as the Redding sunrise. I want it goddamned terrible, almost as bad as I wanna rip through this gown and fuck you on the counter.”

Holy shit. His lips moved lower, grazing my neck. He sucked, nibbled, and then sunk his teeth into my tender flesh, giving me a proper love bite and a swirl of the tongue so unexpected I nearly screamed.

His hands went places. So many places, so smoothly, so possessively, I felt like I'd become a bundle of flames.

Roman's lips moved up, faster and faster, insatiable. The inevitable kiss came, and my panties drenched the second his tongue touched mine.

He growled into my mouth just as I moaned. His hips rocked into mine, pushing me onto the counter, grinding magnificently on my clit through our clothes. Lava stung my veins, bathing my brain in its thick, rampant heat, shutting down every thought except how fucking amazing he felt all over me.

His tongue worked mine harder. Hungrier. Take this kiss, open your legs, and fuck me, it seemed to say, telling me exactly what was about to happen without forming any words.

My nipples tensed, became hotter, harder pebbles. They ached like small coals burning beneath my gown. One rough hand brushed up my thigh, heading for my sopping wet slit, and the other moved like a fiend, zipping up the silky cotton wrapped around my torso. He found my breast and pussy simultaneously.

Two fingers pushed inside me, just as he pinched my nipple taut. That snapped me back to life.

Too. Fucking. Fast.

No – no! I can't let him do this. Not when he's hurt me so bad.

My eyes snapped open. The humid lust clouding my senses vanished in an instant, replaced by saner fears.

Christ. I'd completely hated him up until last night, when he showed me he could be more than an irresponsible thug. I couldn't change my mind from fuck you to fuck me in twenty-four hours, right?

What kind of woman was I? Sure, he'd looked like a good father when I saw him with Caleb, but it was one little footnote in an entire book of crudeness and violence.

My hands flattened against his brutally tempting chest and pushed. Hard.

“Babe? What the fuck's the matter?” he growled, staggering back.

For a second, my eyes caught the raging hard-on tenting his jeans. I knew what that cock could do, and if it came out in this kitchen, no wouldn't even be on the table.

“This is happening too fast, Roman,” I panted out. “I'm sorry. I need more time. I still don't know what the hell we're doing here. I don't know if I hate you.”