He turned from the stove to reveal a pan of bacon frying, along with a salad in a glass bowl, big leaves of lettuce, some sliced tomatoes and buns ready for toasting to make the best BLT a woman could ask for.
She shook her head in awe.
“You look comfy.” He glanced over his T-shirt she put on after her shower. It hung to her knees and slipped off her one shoulder, but that only made her feel sexier.
She rocked one hip forward in invitation. “Thought you might like it. I can’t believe you’re making dinner.”
“The least I can do for my hardworking woman.” He hooked a hand around her waist and pulled her in. When he lowered his lips to hers, a dark thrill hit her belly and continued traveling south between her thighs.
He deepened the kiss, and she went onto tiptoe, her fingers clenched in his shirt front to keep him there a moment longer.
Finally, she broke free. “Don’t burn the bacon.”
He shot her a grin before facing the stove again. She drifted over to the counter and leaned there, watching him.
“Thank you for being so amazing to me, Rob.”
He went dead still. Setting aside the fork, he turned to look at her. “Darlin’, you never did understand how worth it you are. But I’m damn well going to show you every day of your life. As long as you’ll let me.”
A noise broke from her throat, and she stepped into his arms once more. With her head nestled under his chin, she listened to the sizzle of bacon and his thumping heart.
“I heard about Chad’s arrest,” she said quietly.
Under her palms, his muscles flexed. “Figured you would, with the circles you run in at work.”
She nodded, brushing her cheek against his chest. “I can’t believe he was capable of that.”
He smoothed a hand over her hair. “He was controlling. Men like that are capable of anything.”
“I don’t know how I didn’t see it. Too stupid.”
He drew away to look into her eyes. “You’re not stupid. Plenty of women—men too—get caught up in something toxic and can’t find a way out. But I swear to you that I’ll treat you right from now on, darlin’.”
She smiled up at him. “Now you are burning the bacon.” She gave him a little shove toward the stove. With a chuckle, he turned off the burner and removed the slices from the pan, laying them across paper toweling to drain the grease while she located plates and silverware.
They sat together at the table, eating and talking about their days. When he told her about the demo being completed in a single day, she shook her head.
“That’s amazing.” She bit into her luscious BLT, the bacon perfectly crisp and the tomato and lettuce fresh and ripe.
“They’re all at the Painted Pig tonight if you want to come along.” He dropped his stare over her bare thighs crossed underneath the table. “You’ll have to put on pants first, though. I can’t have my guys eyeing you up.”
She giggled. “Of course I’d put on some real clothes. I only wore this for you.”
His brows ticked upward a notch, and a hungry gleam came into his eyes, one she knew didn’t have to do with his stomach.
“Tell me about your day.” His careful words alerted her to the fact he wanted her to finish her meal before he picked her up and carried her off to bed to ravish her.
A shiver ran through her, and she forked up some salad smothered in Italian dressing. “Thankfully it wasn’t a very eventful day. We like those kinds of shifts.”
He nodded. “I know how stressed you get after a rough day. But I’m here, ready to massage the knots out of your shoulders.” He turned his palm up.
She dropped her fork. When she slipped her hand into his, he pulled her out of her chair. She thumped onto his hard thighs, sprawled on his lap. Immediately, he kissed her, a soft, probing caress promising so much more.
Passion slicked through her belly, and she wriggled against him.
When he slid a hand up her bare outer thigh and kept going, to discover she wasn’t wearing panties, he clutched her hip and groaned.
“You slay me, woman. I want you every minute of every day. I can hardly focus on building bikes or the club, because all I want is to be buried inside this…” he eased his hand between her legs to cup her mound. Leaning in, his words washed over her lips. “Sweet pussy.”
With that, he threw out an arm and shoved aside his dinner plate. Her bottom hit the table, and she cried out as he spread her thighs. Slowly, he dipped his head and looked up at her from between her legs.
“Time for dessert.”
He plunged his tongue into her pussy. She tossed her head on a cry of ecstasy. As he worked his tongue in and out of her, he found her breasts were also bare under his T-shirt. Each pluck of his rough fingers against her nipples had another moan ripped from her throat. She closed her eyes on the bliss and lost herself to the feel of her lover’s mouth and fingers.
When he latched onto her clit and sucked with perfect pulls of his mouth, her legs began to shake. His groan of appreciation rumbled up through her thighs, pussy, spread through her belly. Her core tightened, and she started to pulse. Each contraction brought more juices onto his tongue, and he lapped at her, flicking his tongue between her entrance and up to circle her clit until she couldn’t take it another minute and exploded for him.
Tank shoved to his feet so fast that his chair fell over. It hit the floor with a crack, but he didn’t bother to right it. He ripped his shirt off Catarina and then picked her up. She kissed him long and deep as he carried her to their bed.
In a short time, she’d brought some of her things to his place. A floral throw pillow. A bottle of perfume on the nightstand. He loved seeing her things here mingled with his.
As he lay her on the mattress, she stared up at him with the sexual haze still bright in her eyes.
“Tomorrow we’re moving all your things over here.” He captured her nipple between his lips and sucked.
She ripped at his shirt, yanking it off him. “And hanging up the mobile you made.”
“And right now”—he shoved to his knees and yanked open his belt—“you’re going to see how much of this you can take into your mouth.” His heart thumped at the first command he’d given her.
She’d either walk away or she’d be as turned on as he was at the prospect of him taking control in their bed.
A pink flush covered her cheeks, making her freckles stand out even more. His heart squeezed hard at the sight, and his balls tightened. He watched her face as he drew his cock out and into his hand. The length throbbed, veined and purple with lust. He fixed his stare on her lips, and damn if she didn’t drive him crazy by swiping her tongue over them.
She sat up and inched across the mattress to him. When she latched onto his hips and lowered her mouth over his cock, he thought he’d lose his damn mind. A groan tore from his throat, ragged and raw. Her hot mouth surrounding his aching flesh had him about to blow. He let her move at her own pace, but it didn’t take her long to suck him straight into the back of her throat.
He sat there a moment, still and stunned by the sight of his cock buried balls-deep in her mouth.
She pulled free again, her saliva slicking him. He started to grab for her to shove her down and bury his cock inside her, but she refused to budge, sucking him in a second time. And a third. By the twelfth, he knew he was dangerously close to blowing in her mouth.