Havoc (Storm MC 7)

“What if my work could be done from anywhere?”

After taking a moment to process that, he said, “If you’re telling me you’ve figured out a way to be on the road with me, I’ll be packing you a bag and sitting that beautiful ass of yours on the back of my bike as soon as I can.”

I looped my arms around his neck. “Looks like you’re gonna have to pack me a bag. I only see one problem.”

“And what’s that?” His hands landed on my ass again. One of my favourite places for them to be.

I pressed my mouth close to his ear. “You told me once that putting me on the back of your bike wasn’t your best move so I’m concerned that your cock will be in permanent pain.”

He laughed and found my gaze again. “Looks like I’ll just have to pop a painkiller and man the fuck up.”

“Good to see you listen to me sometimes,” I said as I savoured the sound of him laughing. Laughter looked good on Havoc and I loved that I’d caused him happiness.

His hands left my ass so he could grip my waist. In one swift movement he had me repositioned with my back to the bed. He hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire and his hands wrapped around my wrists, planted to the bed either side of me. “Now, can I get back to where I was?” he demanded and I quivered at his tone.

Yes.

I nodded but didn’t say a word. I simply waited in anticipation for what was to come.

He pressed my arms into the bed before letting go of my wrists, and ordering, “Don’t move.”

My pulse spiked.

Bossy Havoc could order me around any day.

He removed my shirt before bending to lick one of my nipples and then the other. I almost whimpered at the loss of his mouth when he moved to press kisses down my stomach. Shifting on the bed, he settled in between my legs, drawing them up to rest on his shoulders.

His eyes found mine.

He stilled.

The air vibrated with electricity as we watched each other.

This man was the one for me.

My passion.

My protector.

My love.

I would never want a man as much as I wanted Havoc.

“Fuck.” The word tore from his lips, bruising the air with its intensity.

I forgot his order to not move my arms. Placing my hand on his cheek, I whispered, “I know.”

“Do you?” He forced his demand out on a heavy breath.

I swung my legs off his shoulders and sat. Moving my face close to his, I nodded. “It’s this feeling of being overwhelmed, of being so thankful for this and yet being unsure of where it will end up and hoping it won’t ever end, but knowing if it does, that you’ll have done everything you could to try and force a different outcome. It’s a rush of need, feeling like you can’t ever have enough or be close enough, and wanting it all right now in case you miss out on it later. It’s happiness that shit went down in life because it led us here, to each other, and for being so fucking glad that plans got fucked up even though at the time it sucked.” I paused to take a deep breath. “And it’s relief to have found my person, the one who accepts me in all my screwed-up glory and loves me in spite of it. My soul mate.”

I searched his eyes, waiting.

My words lingered in the room as his eyes searched mine too.

He gripped my neck and crushed a kiss to my lips.

Powerful and demanding, he consumed me. I lost my bearings as he revealed his need for me.