Chapter Two
The heat from El’s palm bled into the back of her hand. Her heart beat sped up. She inhaled through her nose, and then pushed her breath out through her mouth, in an effort to slow down the organ. Nae angled her wrist up, and the muzzle of the gun edged down the center of his bare torso. She swallowed, as she looked him up and down.
Unlaced, tan leather work boots with the tongues hanging out, covered his big feet. Faded jeans, worn white at the knees and unbuttoned at the waist, hung low on his lean hips. Shirtless, his muscles flexed with every breath. The vest, with several colorful patches, hung off his broad shoulders, and the word pride was tattooed across his chest. Dirty blond hair with white streaks grazed the black leather.
Nae met his gaze and pressed her lips together in a firm line. Amber eyes with dark green flecks stared back at her with defiance. Taunting her by gently squeezing his fingers, she held her hand still against his urging.
He covered her thumb with his and eased the safety off. “I will not be confined. There are only two ways I would let you take me, and I would have to be dead for one of them.” He had the faintest of accents
“I can claim my bounty either way.” A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
El leaned in. “Shoot me I dare you, suiker.”
“Do you have a fucking death wish?”
“Tsk, tsk, foul language from such luscious lips. Keep it up suiker, and I may be forced to punish you.”
“Discipline me, really? You might want to rethink that babe. It would take an act of God for you to get a hand on me.”
El cocked a brow. “Challenge accepted.” The crowd closed in on them.
“Damn, you’re obnoxious. Tell your friends to back the fuck off, and then turn around and walk toward the door.”
“I think you’re confused by my confidence.” He slid his hand down hers, stopping at her wrist.
She raised the baton in her other hand. “I will take you in, one way or another.”
“Keep talking woman. Your promises are giving me a hard on.”
Nae watched as he slid his palm over the growing bulge of his crotch. In the background, someone commented dryly, “For the love of goddess somebody shoot me.” She couldn’t stop her lips from twitching. In one fluid move, he twisted her wrist and forced her to release her weapon. El caught the pistol as it fell from her hand. With deft skill, he slid the safety into place. She yanked free of his grasp and spun out of his reach. Nae lashed the baton across his midsection. The blow glanced of his tricep as he bent at the waist and caught her across the middle.
The force from his shoulder knocked the air from her lungs and left her breathless. He heaved her up, and she cracked the metal rod across his back. El shuddered. A heavy hand fell across her butt cheek, stinging the place where his palm landed. Waves of electricity flowed through her from the spot. Cream flowed from her pussy.
His lips skimmed her side, and he inhaled. “Goddess, I wonder do you taste as sweet as you smell.”
“Put me down, this is kidnapping!”
“Suiker, you walked into my world, and under our terms you’re prey. And, frankly your scent brings out the beast in me.”
Nae bounced on his shoulder, and his clavicle dug into her belly. She raised her torso to get an idea of where he was taking her. Holding onto the only weapon she had left, she lifted her arm again.
“I have no problem smacking this ass. Tell me, suiker since we we’re never properly introduced. What’s your name?” He squeezed the butt cheek he’d already slapped, and the soles of her tennis shoes hit a hard wooden barrier.
She tried to press her thighs together, and her clit throbbed. What the hell was wrong with her? Nae coughed. “Put me down dammit!” The temperature must have dropped while she was inside. Cold air wrapped around her, raising goose-bumps on her bare arms. “What is a suitkeer?”
“You are.”
The door swung back and closed with a quiet click. Something rustled through the leaves at the tree line. They passed the row of bikes until they came to the last one, where he eased her down onto her feet. She glanced around and realized they were alone. El stuck her gun in the side of the saddlebag and crossed his arms.
Nae rubbed her stomach. “You’re not going to come quietly are you?”
He stared down at her and cocked a brow. “Depends on where we’re going.”
“You’re a wanted man.”
He caged her with his arms, resting his palms on the seat behind her. “That’s nothing new or surprising. How bad do you want me? I can smell it you know.”
“Smell what?” She discreetly turned her head toward the leather bag attached to his motorcycle. If she ducked under his arm, she might be able to grab the gun just under the flap.
El shook his head as if guessing her intention. “Why deny our baser needs … you find me attractive. I find myself craving you. We can make this happen, and then discuss whatever else it is you want from me - later.” He skimmed his nose over the hollow below her ear. “You make my mouth water.”
She levered back. “What are you? Who are they?” Nae tilted her chin toward the door.
“I can be whatever you want.” He glanced over his shoulder. “And they will do what the hell I tell them.” El dipped his head and placed his mouth on hers.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Instantly, she was in a vortex of longing and she had no clue where they came from. He nipped her full bottom lip and flicked his tongue over the sting to soothe it. Large hands weighed heavily on her hips, burrowing under the waistband of her jeans. Blunt fingertips dug into the soft skin of her ass. She needed to stop him. But, her body wasn’t listening to her mind. She hiked up her leg, wrapping it around his thigh. Juices flowed through her pussy, dampening her panties.
He traced his tongue along her throat, gently sucking her skin between his teeth in intervals. The button on her jeans popped, and the lowering of her zipper was loud to her ears. She pushed her hands between them, skating over the planes of the solid wall of his chest. His heart beat a rhythmic tattoo against her palm. El’s head dipped lower, the rasp of his tongue along the sensitive skin of her cleavage sent electricity jumping along her nerves. She swallowed caught up in the intensity of his touch.
She pushed at his chest, and he lifted his head to stare at her with vibrant moss green eyes. His voice rumbled and vibrated through his chest. “Will you deny us this pleasure?”
Nae licked her lips. “I came to haul you back to Reno, not fuck you in public.”
“I don’t care where I take you.” He ran an index finger along her chin. “But, I will have you.”
El hauled her up against him. The length of his cock protruded through the material of his pants, and all she wanted to do was dry hump his thigh. He spun them around and levered a leg over the motorcycle. Sliding an arm around her waist, he heaved her up and planted her in his lap, facing him.
“Hold on.” He leaned forward, and the cold steel beneath her ass rumbled to a start. She locked her legs behind him. He jerked her forward against his erection and sucked her earlobe between his lips. He bit down, and her nipples hardened to points, pressing into the cotton cups of her bra. A series of escalating moans harmonized with the roar of the bike as he gunned the engine.
She folded her arms around his neck, past the point of caring that he was her bounty; the man she’d hunted across eight states. Nae flexed her pelvis, sliding her cleft against his erection. Hell, she could handcuff him to the bed when they were through.
He leaned back, and she followed his movements. His motorcycle hurled them into the night like a rocket. Wind buffeted her back and blew strands of her hair around their faces. He gathered the tresses in a fist and took a tight turn throwing her forward. His laugh reverberated through her bust. From her vantage point, it appeared as if the moon was following them, until the white lines disappeared in to the darkness. She tangled her fingers into the liquid silk of his hair and gripped handfuls of locks at the roots. He growled, and she tugged
again. His thighs flexed, and they moved faster through the night.
She would pay for her indiscretion, she was sure of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At the moment, she really didn’t give a damn.