Each brush of his lips, every stroke of his tongue… She couldn’t think. He stole her damn mind.
He sucked her clit harder, applying a pressure she never knew she needed.
With a scream, a wave of pleasure struck. The molten heat flowed over her, stealing all thought of anything but taking what she wanted in this moment—from this man.
Chapter Five
Jesus Christ, the woman was juicy as a peach, and just as tasty. His own Tennessee whiskey, heady as fucking hell. He drew on her nubbin with his lips for long minutes, bringing her hips up and down in a rhythm that felt like his own heartbeat.
Watching her come apart for him… Hell, he didn’t feel this way about women. He came willingly to their beds and walked away without a second thought. Fiona ensnared him from the beginning. Tough as hell with no need of a man. He had no need to own her or rule her life.
But damn if he didn’t want her riding through life at his back.
He lifted his head and gazed down at her. So beautifully undone. Hair disheveled, the blonde locks spread out over the table he’d eaten her out on. All that warm, smooth skin invited him to lick, touch and fuck until they collapsed in exhaustion.
She spread her knees farther, inviting him in.
He went for his fly. A flick of his wrist had his cock in hand even as he reached into his pocket for a condom.
“I like a man who comes prepared,” she whispered, biting down on her full, pink lower lip.
The scent of her arousal mingled with the lavender scents of the soap. He’d never breathe a whiff of lavender again without thinking of this moment.
When he rolled the condom over his swollen cock, barely harnessing it in the rubber, Fiona pushed onto her elbows to watch.
He looked between her glowing pink cheeks and the swollen angry head of his cock. “You want this.”
She met his gaze. “Got a problem with a woman who knows her mind?”
“Why do you think I like you so much?” He gripped his cock at the base and angled it right toward her wet pussy.
She scooted to the edge of the table, giving him the perfect angle for plunging into her. The first inch he buried into her tight heat raised a growl in his chest that didn’t end until she drew him right to the root. His balls rested on her hot body, and their eyes locked.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Fuck me!” he burst out at the same time.
Everything blurred around him, and a sexual haze swept him and Fiona up in a whirlwind of thrusts and withdrawals. He pulled free and slammed home again. She rocked into him even as she located his mouth and kissed him until he forgot to draw air.
He gathered her up in his arms and slid her down over his length. When he hit a certain depth, she made the same cooing sound of pleasure every damn time. He’d give up the fucking world if it meant hearing that noise from her again.
The teasing pressure built at the base of his spine, and he dropped his head to take her nipple between his teeth. Her bud tightened on his tongue, and he lightly bit down until she screamed in ecstasy.
“More, Dixon.”
“You mean more dick,” he teased.
Her eyes flashed. “Give me that cock—every inch.”
Fuck, the woman could talk dirty too. He might be in fucking love.
He swung his hips forward, burrowing deep in her tight channel. Her eyes met his for a split second and then closed as she quivered around him. Her orgasm rolled through her, and he gripped her body tighter as his own release rose up too fast and strong to do a damn thing about stopping.
With a roar, he pumped his cum into her. He didn’t stop until she hung slack in his arms and he felt her lips moving over his. He kissed her back, tongue coaxing more of her moans out as he continued to churn his hips.
At the last jet of cum leaving his body, he cupped her delicate face and brushed his lips gently over hers.
She breathed hard. “I’d say you’re pretty damn good at your hobby.”
He grinned. “Good to hear since I haven’t practiced for a while.”
That brought a smile to her kiss-swollen lips. He liked her knowing that he hadn’t been with a woman.
Dropping her forehead to his, she dragged in a deep, shivery breath. “Me either.”
Oh hell. He liked it too much. Knowing she chose him to put his hands on her did unspeakable things to him. His chest swelled with feelings he hadn’t known could exist, especially so soon.
But if being at war taught him anything, it was that life happened quick. If you didn’t take chances, opportunities sped by before you could reach out for them. And in his buddy Dax’s case, he end up dead before ever finding time to truly love.
Dixon rotated his hips once more, grinding his cock into her pussy. She leaned in and nipped his lower lip. He groaned at the soft bite.
“I have work to do,” she said.
He nodded. “So do I. I’ll come by later and have a drink.”
For the first time, he saw her smile—a big, radiant smile full of happiness. His heart jogged in his chest, and it wasn’t until he was dressed and seated on his bike again that he realized in that moment, he could easily fall in love with the sassy firecracker.
She’d been watching the entrance all night. Each time it opened, her insides tightened in anticipation of seeing Dixon’s handsome face.
The place was hoppin’ with people coming in for a beer and basket of wings special, but that meant she spent half her time in the kitchen. She really couldn’t continue this way with no employees. Even changing the rules that you had to come to the bar if you wanted a drink rather than have a waitress deliver it didn’t take much load off her shoulders.
She had to try to persuade Cassie to return to work. Now that the Mayhem hadn’t been frequenting her bar, the girl might agree.
“Two drafts and two baskets.” The familiar voice made her turn, but as soon as she saw the big biker they called Tank, her heart fell.
“Where’s your sidekick?” She looked behind him but saw no trace of Dixon.
“Finishin’ up some work in the shop.” He grinned. “You two got somethin’ going?”
For a heartbeat, she had no response to that. No… we only fucked in the kitchen? I’ve been looking out for him all night?
Fact was, she liked Dixon. So far, he hadn’t shown any of the same tendencies the rest of the loser bad-boys she gravitated to did, such as cheating, lying or even trying to control her. Still, she hadn’t learned all those lessons for nothing—she’d exercise caution and keep her guard up.
“He always comes in with you. Only wondered where he’s at tonight,” she told Tank.
His grin never left his face. “The guy’s into you big time.”
She paused mid-grab for two beer mugs. How to brush off his revelation as if it didn’t matter to her when her heart knocked like an engine out of time in her chest?
“I serve beer—everyone loves me.” She poured both drafts and then set them before him. “I’ll call out your order as soon as they’re up.”
Tank gave her a nod and wrapped his huge hands around the mugs. Fiona watched him shoulder his way through the crowd to a table where a pretty girl sat. She hadn’t seen Tank in here with anybody other than his friends before.