Page 4 of Dirty Salvation

Her perspective was alive in color and ink and a beating of sexual longing.

"This is your place? I mean your gang?"

He laughed again listening with his head cocked to the side, eyes studying her, repeating the bottle to mouth action. Zara's gaze followed, wanting more than anything to lean into his space and place her hand on his throat to feel it work in swallows. What on earth was she thinking? Maybe that smoke in her face had been pot, it would explain her all gutter thoughts and all of him in raging stages of filth.I want him.

"It’s a club, babe. I haven't been in a gang since I was seven. And it’s all mine, every broken and fucked up piece of it. You can call me Rider. I saw you come in with your girl. She's with one of my prospects, he fucks like a porn star, wouldn't expect her back anytime soon."

"Oh." He said it so matter-of-factly like it was the norm to talk about people's sexual capabilities, the details made her cheeks stain, she dipped her head, wondering if she should go looking for Morgana, maybe her friend didn't want to be holding company with a porn star wannabe…but then, it was Morgana and she had gone looking for the guy.

Like a best friend would in the face of a gorgeous god, Zara forgot all about Morgana, she was fascinated. Intrigued.Breathless. Caught in his stare.

"Fuck me, look at this, she even blushes. That's fuckin' adorable, Icy. I didn't think chicks over the age of ten still did that."

"Zara." Her throat cleared. "My name is Zara."

"Yeah, I got that." She'd never cared for a smirking guy until this very second. It pushed his dreamboat factor up ten points. "But I love your chill. Fuckin' sexy, Icy. I'm gonna melt you until there's nothing left but a giant fuckin' wet patch on my bed."

How could he look so smug and calm when Zara's head was going off like tiny bombs detonating behind her eyes? No one had ever stated their attentions so sexually blatant to her before, it took Zara's breath, her nerves jangling like Christmas bells, gripping the bottle tight, she'd taken a long gulp just in order to give her some time to think before she spoke.

She’d liked the direct statement.Sexy.

It might be the debauched atmosphere doing her thinking, but she really liked it. This outlaw biker was not just flirting with her he wanted to sleep with her.With her!Oh, wow.This was something.Be cool.

Manic butterflies in her belly, she looked up at him from under her pale lashes, her lip caught in her teeth. She was pathetic at flirting, serious zero skills whatsoever, she was more likely to tell him of her Disney mug collection than to ask him to kiss her just so she could check if his full lips were as soft as she hoped they'd be. And her fingers itched badly to run across his shadowed beard.

Out of her element. She wondered if she had a glaringVIRGINsign in neon over her head.

Was she going to disappoint him?

She identified the basics, what went where, and how it was supposed to feel, she wasn’t stupid. But the practicalities of sex were not like reading about it. And sex with a gorgeous biker who probably liked it kama sutra style. Her nerves increased.

Rider didn't seem to mind if she was shy and too much in her own thoughts because he reached out and stroked a long finger down her cheek. "Ready to melt already. Fuck me, you're gonna be dynamite, babe."

She was glad one of them thought so. Zara was too busy dying inside. Was she really going to have a one-night stand with a man she didn’t even know ten minutes ago?

Yes. She absolutely was.

Perspective per Zara looked a lot like heaven and Hell. Stood in Lucifer’s backyard, faced with a heavenly man tempting her to dance with the devil.

If only she could Foxtrot.

Did she tell him now she was a virgin or would that squash any hopes of his flirtation continuing? She kept her mouth shut, because she liked his focused attention. Another long gulp, the cold beer soothing her heat and it didn't taste all that bad, she had another. And another until the bottle stood empty.

When Rider stood to his fullest height, her eyes went up and up and then down, catching the sound of his wallet chain. Parched, her mouth dried of all moisture. She'd been right, he was so tall his beauty had been painted in the clouds.

"You're big."Oh, shut up.She was back to the watermelon stating the fucking obvious. Rider’s laugh implied he found her amusing, cutting through her mortified stress. He had brilliant even white teeth shadowed by his close-cropped beard.

Masculine. Appealing.

"C'mon, Icy. Let's get outta here,” His hand enfolded hers.

The shame of it was she didn't have one protest. She knew what this guy wanted from her, and she had no objection to it.

She wanted him. Quite desperately actually.

Zara couldn't raise even a margin hint of guilt for leaving Morgana, after all, it was her friend who had left her here first and thank god, she had, she thought to herself as the president of the Renegade Souls MC led her through the unruly crowd to a quieter corridor of doors.

Innocence and wonderment pulsed in her chaotic thoughts, her fingers relaxed yet held tightly in his hand, she tried hard not to look at one guy vigorously dry humping a blonde woman in a corner, really going at it with the sounds effects, nor did she blink when the same guys hand disappeared beneath her skirt, the woman exchanged a giggle for a wet throaty moan, her head thrown back in obvious pleasure.