Page 90 of Dirty Salvation

"You wanna turn around and look at me? I'm havin' a conversation with your back," he asked.

"I need to watch these garlic beans if they catch on the pan the whole meal is ruined." she said weakly when in truth even having him behind her his voice was enough to wreck her composure.

"Then it'll be fuckin' ruined, we'll grab a pizza. Look at me, baby. I wanna see your eyes when we talk." He chided gently, coaxing her in that whiskey tone of his that went straight to the core of her.

So demanding. So bossy. Why was her belly flipping over? Wrinkling her nose, she turned hoping he'd ignore her cheeks and their heightened color. She'd accepted it long ago she was a blusher, it happened so often when she was younger.

But now the MC president seemed to bring it out in her.

"I see you. Is that better?"

"Yeah, it is. You look beautiful, Zara. " he sent her one of those grins that stirred her heart and pierced a straight path to between her legs. She was getting wet from a simple smile and she was wearing new underwear, they'd be ruined. "Now get over here. You can't date me from over there."

"The food---"

"Can wait. Come here, baby. I don't bite." his gaze smoldered, she begged to differ with his claim. But still she crossed the floor, drawn by an invisible thread from her to him, he pulled her down on his lap.

"I think you have the definition of dating wrong, Rider.Thisright here is a date, in the same place, sharing food and conversation, requiring to be this close isn't necessary." She wet her lips nervously, saw how his eyes flipped down to watch.

Her belly did that thing again.

"This is how you date me, real close and personal and sat on my dick." To prove his point Rider leaned in and ran his nose along the curve of her cheek. "Mmm ... you smell fuckin' incredible, Icy."

Desire crept up on her, teased her breasts, causing her nipples to pebble and press to the inside of her shirt. Greedy little things wanting his attention, too. She had to draw a staggered breath before speaking "Do you always say what you're thinking?"

"Don't like it?" he was amused, one corner of his mouth tilted up.

So cocky.

"I'm not stroking your already humongous ego, Prez, we might not fit you through the door after dessert."

"You're my dessert. I'll have it right here." Another roll of his nose, this time down her neck, what could Zara do but arch her head to the side and allow him full access. Her pulse was hammering. "Let's get this food on the go, baby, then we can have that fuckin' dessert, I'm starvin' for you." he left her with a wet kiss on her neck, open mouthed, tongue licking, before lifting her off him.

The man went right to her head quicker than any alcohol. While she plated up the food, he poured her a glass of a wine and grabbed a bottle of beer for himself. They ate in relative silence, the good kind of silence where you don't feel the need to fill in the blanks. Zara was enjoying watching him enjoying her food, he had two helpings.

It was around the time Rider had her pinned against the sink after she'd filled the dishwasher, his hand buried deep in her hair, the other squeezing her ass and his mouth on the side of her neck that she quietly went a little insane with lust for him.

It wasstrange. An emotion she hadn't felt in so long it was taking her breath as she grew accustomed to it raging through her body, making her breasts ache to want his attention, and she was wet. But she sure was revisiting all those old feelings she had for him.

"Did we do enough datin’? just tell me and I'll dance you around this kitchen and whisper sweet dirty nothin's. if we have I'm takin' you to my room."

Oh...

Yes, yes yes.

Kisses trailed down her throat, his tongue licking and she remembered how he once used that tongue between her legs. He drove her mad that night with that wicked tormenting tongue.

"Rider. I.."

He brought his face to hers. His mouth was right there in reaching distance, she could taste the air he breathed and she was doing some of her own panting, eyes so blue so unwavering were hypotonic, she was swaying towards him ready to take him up on his silent invitation to suck the shit out of his tongue when--- the door burst open breaking her spell.

Startled, all three of them froze at the same time, though Zara suspected Rider's and his prospect's heart wasn't pounding out of their chests like hers was.

Rider growled in greeting "The fuck, Slider?"

"Daaaamn. Oh fuck. Sorry, Prez. Ms. Zara." the guy had the good grace to look repentant he'd interrupted their evening.

"You can't read? note on the door, prospect, says for everyone to fuck off tonight."It did not.Zara had written a quite polite note, taping it to the door, asking people to please use other means of the kitchen for a few hours. Rider had no manners whatsoever, it made her giggle behind her fingers.