Page 11 of Heat (The Royal HArlots MC, Quebec City-Canada #1)
Chapter Ten
Sayer locked the door, double-checking the bolt before sweeping his gaze over the wrecked room. The overturned chair, the broken lamp, the shattered glass on the floor. It didn’t sit right, leaving things like this.
Diamond let out a slow breath. “I need a shower,” she muttered, rubbing a hand over her face before disappearing into the bathroom.
Sayer exhaled and rolled his shoulders, then set to work.
He righted the chair first, nudging it back into place with his foot.
The lamp was a lost cause, but he carefully gathered the broken pieces, tossing them into the small waste bin.
The bedspread was rumpled from the struggle, so he smoothed it out, more out of habit than anything.
It didn’t take long, but by the time he finished, the tension in his chest had settled just enough to think clearly.
He pulled out his phone. “Sherlock, I need a full rundown on the guy from earlier. The one I sent you before.”
Sherlock responded almost immediately, “Trouble?”
Sayer’s jaw ticked as he glanced toward the closed bathroom door. “ More than I thought. Just get me what you can.”
Evidently, he’d missed something after he left the party earlier. “I’ll get into it asap.”
Sayer locked his phone and finally sank onto the couch, rubbing a hand down his face.
He should’ve had Sherlock dig into this guy the second Diamond mentioned him. Should’ve pushed her harder for answers. But now, waiting wasn’t an option. Whatever this bastard wanted from Diamond, whatever she wasn’t telling him—Sayer was going to find out.
The bathroom door opened, and Diamond stepped out, fresh-faced, steam curling from behind her as she adjusted the knot of her bathrobe. Her damp hair clung to her skin in places, the scent of soap and something soft—maybe vanilla—lingering in the air.
Sayer looked up from where he sat, letting his gaze trail over her, taking a moment to appreciate her natural beauty. Without the weight of the night pressing on her, without the tension in her shoulders, she was something else entirely.
She caught him looking. Her posture stiffened slightly as if, she expected him to make a move.
Instead, he pushed himself up from the couch, sauntering toward her with an easy, unreadable expression. Then, just as he passed, he shot her a wink.
“Did you save me some hot water?”
Diamond blinked, her lips parting like she wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or irritated. “Yeah. There’s plenty.”
“Thanks.”
Sayer kept his smirk in check, brushing past her, catching the faintest warmth radiating off her skin before he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Leaving her to wonder about his actions.
After his shower, Sayer stepped back out into the main room to find Diamond still bundled in the plush bathrobe. She sat at the small table, knees tucked underneath her while she nibbled on a plate of fruit.
He saw the heated look as her eyes met his.
He watched her eyes rake over his body still damp from the shower.
The towel he wrapped around him hung at his hips tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination.
She had looked at him all night as a meal.
It was a pleasant change from him looking at a woman that way.
Sayer had to admit he liked her looking at him.
Closing the distance, Sayer took Diamond’s hand, brushing his lips over her knuckles in a slow, deliberate kiss.
His touch was warm, grounding, a silent promise.
Now was not the time to speak about what had happened earlier.
That could wait. Right now, he wanted her to feel safe.
To know he would keep her safe. Even if she didn’t need him to do that, he would.
With a gentle but insistent grip, he guided her toward the bed.
When the backs of her legs met the edge, he nudged her down, his hands a steady reassurance against her hips.
As she settled, he dropped to one knee before her, his fingers wrapping around her ankle with a tenderness that made her breath catch.
He lifted her foot, his thumb sweeping in lazy circles over her skin, and pressed his lips to the soft arch.
The warmth of his breath sent a shiver curling up her spine.
Slowly, deliberately, he traced a path with his mouth, kissing along the curve of her ankle, the dip of her calf.
His lips skimmed over her knee, then along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, each press of his mouth slower than the last—methodical, reverent.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, a sharp inhale betraying the way his touch unraveled her.
The flickering candlelight cast moving shadows across the room, the air thick with the scent of lavender and something distinctly him.
Every kiss, every touch, sent a pulse of warmth through her, a heat that built with each inch he traveled.
And still, he took his time—savoring her, worshiping her.
He gently kissed her mound making her moan. “Don’t move.”
Diamond froze, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t want him to stop. The heat of his command settled over her, sparking something electric beneath her skin.
Sayer’s touch was firm yet reverent as he slowly lowered her leg, his fingertips grazing along her calf, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Then, with a deliberate nudge, he coaxed her legs farther apart.
She didn’t resist.
A slow, knowing smile played on his lips as he took in the way she yielded to him. The air between them thickened, charged with an unspoken tension. The only sounds were the hushed whisper of fabric shifting, the uneven cadence of her breath, and the steady, measured inhale of his own.
He took his time—watching, waiting—before leaning in once more. His tongue dipped into her. Diamond moaned louder. She tried not to move, but she needed him to move a little more. That’s all she needed. Just. A. Little. More.