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“Yes, that’s right.” Then she gave me a little shove.

I grabbed her before falling back on the bed, taking her with me. Lila laughed, and I shoved away the dread trying to crawl to the surface, ignoring it with everything I had when I covered the soft warmth of her body and took her mouth.

Because nothing would ruin this. I wouldn’t let it.

Chapter Fifteen

Lila

I barely slept and it wasn’t just because of all the noise going on outside. Bikers liked to party and they were loud. No, it was because my heart picked up speed whenever I looked at the man lying beside me. I’d force myself to close my eyes, then I’d have to peek, unable to believe how the night had gone, that I was here with Jesse.

Happy flutters kept erupting inside my belly as I thought about what we’d done and the way he’d looked at me.

How Jesse made me feel.

It was addictive. He was addictive.

I’d come here last night thinking the worst, expecting to find it. Instead he admitted he’d been worried about bringing me into his world. God, being with him was a roller-coaster ride. One moment I was angry, the next exhilarated—then so turned on I thought I’d die if he didn’t touch me. If I didn’t touch him.

The way he went after that guy last night should have scared me. Instead it made me feel safe. Did that make me a bad person? Maybe? I didn’t know anymore. What I wanted, how I felt, and what my parents had drummed into me nearly all my life were at complete odds.

Logically, I knew I’d done nothing wrong. A twenty-three-year-old woman going to a party with a man she was dating was absolutely normal. Sex with someone you cared about was a healthy, and yes, normal thing to do.

Yet, my parents were here, the echoes of their anger and disgust, ringing in my mind, trying to steal my joy.

I didn’t want them here with me.

Then shut them out.

I did.

And I slammed the door.

I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Jesse was stretched out on his back and I was tucked into his side. I lifted to my elbow and looked down at him. His dark blond hair had grown out a bit and was starting to curl at the ends. His thick lashes rested against his tanned skin, hiding the most exquisite green eyes I’d ever seen.

The covers were low, and I took my time looking at his body, lean and strong, admiring all the tattoos covering his skin. He was a walking canvas from his throat all the way down to his feet. So much going on it would take weeks for me to see everything. I wanted the chance to do that.

I wanted to get to know Jesse, all of him.

My gaze slid up to his cheek, the bruise marring his perfection. How had he gotten it? Was it a fight like last night or something else? He was right, his world wasn’t like mine, and honestly, I didn’t know where I would fit into it, or if I even could. But I wanted to try. I wanted to make this work.

I slid my finger over the bruise, leaned in, and kissed it.

His arm curled around me, pulling me down, and his mouth went to my ear. “I was scared last night hadn’t actually happened.”

His voice was gritty, sexy, and I shivered against him.

“It definitely happened.”

He growled and nipped my earlobe, making me squeal, then grabbed my hand, pushing it under the covers and onto his cock. “Dreamed I was eating your pussy all night. This is your fault.”

I laughed and gave him a squeeze. “I’m not sure that’s how it works.”

“It does now,” he said and cupped my face, looking up at me, giving me that devastating grin of his. “Morning, Bambi.”

“Morning, Jesse,” I said, grinning back.