Rock's Redemption(Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)(58)

"Hawk. I'm asking you if the white cake with the white buttercream frosting is a good choice."

He nodded. Just pick something, babe. All I wanna do is make love to  you. He didn't realize picking out wedding cake would be such a turn-on.  He smiled as he watched the crease across her forehead deepen before  she threw her shoulders back and said, "Let's go for it. I'm glad that's  over with." She glanced at him, her eyes sparkling like a fresh glass  of champagne.

"Let's get something to drink. I need a fuckin' beer after all this."

"Don't be so grumpy." She came over and draped her arms over his  shoulder, dipping her head to kiss his jaw. "Thanks for pretending to  help out." She slipped her fingers down the front of his T-shirt, her  nail tugging at his nipple ring. A small grunt rose from his throat.  "You like that, honey?" She ran her fingers over his every groove of his  tight skin. "Love the way you feel," she whispered, her breath  scorching on his neck.

He looped his arm around her waist and yanked her on his lap, his hard  dick poking at her rounded ass. "Feel what you've done to me. How you  gonna fix it?"

"When we get home, I'll treat you real good." She wiggled to get out of his grasp, but he held her firm.

"Fuck that. We're gonna take care of it now."

Wide-eyed, she put her hands on his chest. "Don't even think about doing it in the tasting room."

He lifted her off his lap and stood up. "Come on." He laced his fingers  through hers and walked out of the dining room. Turning the corner, he  stopped in front of the women's room.

Cara shook her head. "You've got to be joking."

"Didn't you tell me each stall is private? Come on." Before Cara could  comment, he'd pushed open the bathroom door. The anteroom had a large  couch, a couple of plush armchairs, a full length mirror, and a crystal  chandelier. Their footsteps clacked on the marble floor.

Cara tried to pull out of his grip. "Hawk, this is insane. What if someone comes in here?"                       
       
           



       

He laughed. "That makes it more fun." He pulled her through the doorway  into the bathroom where five sinks lined the wall, the white marble  shone under the bright lighting. There were several wooden doors. Hawk  opened one and closed it after Cara entered. The room was like a small  bathroom: toilet, sink, and a small parlor chair upholstered in a fleur  de lis design. The door was floor to ceiling. After turning the lock, he  hoisted Cara up by the waist and plopped her down on the dusty rose  granite counter. He shoved up her skirt and she moaned as she leaned  back against the mirror. He bent his head and his mouth covered hers  hungrily as his arm on the small of her back, drew her close to him, her  breasts pressed against his chest.

"Oh, Hawk," she murmured.

"You're so hot," he whispered against her lips. He bit her bottom lip  slowly and held it between his teeth for a few seconds before moving his  mouth from hers to her cheeks then to her earlobes. She curled her arms  around his neck. As he lavished kisses on her neck, his hand slowly  inched toward her sex, tickling her inner thigh until she gasped loudly.