Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

Fuck yes.

“You look like you can afford to buy me a drink, Vegas.”

Nitro’s deep voice and warm breath on my bare shoulder startled me and I jumped. “Fuck,” I muttered, swinging my head around to face him. Amused eyes watched me with intent, affecting me in the way only he could.

I gathered my chips and slid off the stool. Looking up at him, I said, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Your face is so damn serious but it’s like your eyes are laughing at me.”

Those beautiful eyes of his flashed with amusement again. “Fairly sure you bring that out in me,” he murmured. I had no idea what he meant but didn’t ask him to elaborate. At that point, I just wanted to cash my chips in and get another drink. Alone.

“Are you here looking for another biker to send to hell?” Memories of the night we met at this casino filled my mind. It was just over three weeks ago and yet it felt like I’d known Nitro a hell of a lot longer.

“Smartass,” he muttered, but he wasn’t scowling at me. He actually appeared to be in a great mood. Well, as much as I assumed Nitro could experience a great mood.

When he didn’t give me anything else, I said, “Okay, well, I’ll let you get on with whatever it is you’re doing.”

As I took a step away from him, his fingers snapped around my wrist and he stopped me. “What I’m doing here is you, Vegas.” His voice took on a husky tone, the kind of tone that hit a woman right in the belly and caused her brain to stop working.

I stilled and my breathing slowed. “Me?” It was a dumb question because he’d made his reason clear, but I needed the extra time to collect my thoughts.

He nodded, his eyes boring into mine.

When I didn’t speak, he moved his mouth to my ear. “Let me buy you a drink.”

I stared at him in confusion. Nitro asking me to let him do something seemed way out of character. Narrowing my eyes, I said, “What do you want?” He had to be after something more than just sex.

“I thought I made that clear.”

“I thought so, too, until you asked me to let you buy me a drink. Now I figure it must be about more than just sex.” I pointed a finger at him. “I swear to God, Nitro, if Storm want something out of me, they—”

He dropped his mouth to mine and silenced me with a kiss. And Jesus Christ, not just any kiss, this one cracked my soul wide open with its intensity. When Nitro kissed, he fucking claimed you. He used his mouth to say all the things he didn’t say with his words.

His hands slid along the sides of my face so he could push his fingers into my hair. Taking hold of me, he bent me to his will. His body pressed against mine while he deepened the kiss. Tongues collided and breath was stolen. My senses were consumed completely by this man who bewildered me with his complexity. One minute I hated him, the next I wanted to know every damn thing about him. I wanted to slap him, kiss him, yell at him, comfort him, understand him, tell him to fuck off. But in that moment all I wanted to do was kiss him forever.

When he ended the kiss, he said, “Why the fuck do you always have to argue with me? When I say I want something, I want it. I don’t play games and I don’t do shit in order to get something else out of it.” The honesty blaring from his eyes grew deeper if that was even possible. “I want to fuck you, simple as that.”

Breathless, I pressed harder against him. “In that case, I don’t want a drink. I just want your cock.”

* * *

The last time I saw Nitro was two days prior when he collected guns from me. He’d asked if I was good. That was it. He’d certainly not given me any indication that he wanted to sleep with me. So I’d maintained my distance even though I hadn’t stopped thinking about him for three long weeks.

Standing in my hallway, watching him pull his shirt off before reaching for my waist and yanking me to him, I wondered how I’d missed his desire. It was clear as day in his eyes and it was sure as hell blaring from his body. After we arrived back at my place, he’d hardly let me out of his hold. His hands or his mouth were all over me, often all at once. It had taken him a good half hour to move us to the point of him removing his shirt because he hadn’t wanted to let my mouth go.

I placed my hands on his chest. “Things would move along a lot faster if you took my clothes off.”

He dipped his face and teased my mouth with his teeth, biting my lower lip before kissing me. “You in a hurry, Vegas?”

Fuck no, I wanted to drag this out for as many hours as possible. But I was eager for that cock of his. Trailing my fingers over his broad chest, I said, “We’ve got all night as far as I’m concerned, but the sooner we’re naked, the better.”

He grinned, surprising the hell out of me. I hadn’t seen a grin on Nitro’s face yet. I liked it. “You make a fucking good point.”

Stepping back, he assessed my body, as if he was contemplating something. Whatever it was passed quickly and then his hands went to my thighs. I wore a short red dress and his touch on my bare skin was electric. My eyes fluttered closed and I sucked in a breath when he slid his hands up my legs under my dress. Truth be told, I damn well stopped breathing for a moment.

“You like that?” His voice flooded my body with goosebumps.