Page 28 of My Ex-Military Biker

The air between us shifts, becomes heavier and charged with everything we've been building toward since last night on the couch.

"Tate?"

"Yeah?"

"Yesterday you said tomorrow. You said if I stayed for tomorrow, we'd finish this."

"I remember saying that."

"Well, it's tomorrow now."

Yeah. It definitely is.

I reach up and place my hand over hers where it rests against my jaw, holding it there.

"You're absolutely sure about this?"

She gives me a look that's half exasperation, half amusement. "If you ask me that one more time, I'm changing my mind purely out of spite."

I feel my mouth curve slightly. "Okay, point taken."

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll stop asking."

I stand up and she doesn't step back, leaving us only inches apart. Close enough that I can see her pupils dilate. Close enough to see her pulse beating visibly at her throat.

I slide my hand from her jaw to the back of her neck, feeling her breath catch at the contact.

"Say it," I tell her. "Say you want this."

"I want this."

"Say you want me."

"I want you."

"Say you're choosing this deliberately. That you're not just running away from something, but running toward something."

She holds my eyes steadily. "I'm choosing you. Deliberately and consciously. Because I want to."

That's all I need to hear.

I pull her toward me and kiss her hard.

She makes a sound against my mouth and opens for me immediately. Her hands fist in my shirt while I walk her backward until she hits the counter, pinning her there with my body.

This kiss isn't careful or gentle.

She tastes like coffee and something sweet. She's soft everywhere I'm hard, her breasts pressed against my chest, her stomach yielding against mine.

I need my hands on her, need to confirm every soft curve I've been imagining.

I slide my hands under her shirt and up her ribs until I'm cupping her breasts. No bra between us, just warm soft flesh filling my hands perfectly. I squeeze and she gasps directly into my mouth.

I pull back and we're both breathing hard already.

"Bedroom," I say roughly.