I steered my mind away from her hot center and dove my fingers into her hair, dislodging her bun. The pins holding it up scattered, and the locks tumbled down around my hands. My fingers curled in, clutching the strands to hold her in place as I angled my head and deepened the kiss. When I rocked against her, she gasped, and I took advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth.
Fuck, she tasted amazing. Like sunshine and woman. I had no idea how I knew what sunshine tasted like, but somehow, I just did. And I was immediately addicted to it.
Willa moaned and leaned in toward me, sending bolts of lust straight to my cock. Fuck. I had to stop. I’d never forgive myself if I hindered her recovery in any way. I gave myself one more minute, gorging myself enough to last me a few days.
She whimpered when I pulled back, and I groaned as I laid my forehead against hers. “We have to stop, sweetheart. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
Willa sucked her bottom lips between her teeth and chewed on it. I used my thumb to free it, then swept the pad over the reddened flesh. “What if I’m already in pain?” she asked in a whisper.
“Pardon?” I had an inkling that she wasn’t referring to her head, and the thought caused me to swallow hard as my cock swelled to painful proportions.
She took my hand from her hair and guided it between her legs. “I hurt here.”
“Fucking hell,” I grumbled as I dropped my face into the crook of her neck. I couldn’t even give her some relief with my hand or mouth. She needed to avoid anything that would elevate her blood pressure and overtax her. “It kills me not to be able to satisfy you, sweetheart,” I rasped. Then I raised my head and looked her straight in the eye, letting her see the raw hunger plaguing me. “But I promise, the second I think you can handle it, you’re gonna be on your back with my cock buried as deep as it can go until you’re screaming my name in ecstasy.”
Willa’s breathing had become choppy, and I could see her pulse racing. “Shit.” I quickly stepped back and spun around, just in time to see the pot of noodles boiling over. Luckily, I got to them just before they were overcooked and inedible. I avoided looking at her the rest of the time it took to cook and serve our dinner.
The apartment had no dining area besides the island stools, but I spotted TV trays tucked in next to the couch. After settling Willa on the comfy cushions with a tray in front of her, I fetched our plates.
I handed her the remote control, and she clicked through the stations for a minute before navigating to a streaming app. When I saw the movie she chose, I laughed and shook my head. “You’re too fucking perfect, you know that?” She’d chosen The Wild One, a black and white film from 1953 that starred Marlon Brando. It was one of my all-time favorite movies.
“I just can’t get enough of Johnny,” she sighed in a dreamy tone, making me jealous, which was fucking ridiculous. Until she added, “You remind me of him a little. Not just in looks, but the rebel in you.”
Mollified, I chuckled, “Rebel?”
“Yeah, you know. The buttoned-up doctor who follows all the rules, but underneath the white lab coat are leathers and a patch that reveals you’re actually a badass.”
Her description was a little exaggerated but not wholly wrong. The doctor and the biker were both a part of me, but for years, they’d often seemed like two separate entities. However, I’d decided who I was a long time ago, and now they meshed seamlessly.
“Stop trying to seduce me and eat your dinner,” I teased, amused when her cheeks turned bright red, and she stared at the TV like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.
I couldn’t remember laughing so much in my entire life, but with Willa, I couldn’t seem to stop. She was a breath of fresh air—funny, innocent, sweet—yet I knew there was a tough streak underneath all that sugar. Our club was a little different than most. A lot of my brothers were married with kids, and Mac, the prez, didn’t allow drugs or club bunnies on the compound. Even before he met his old lady, Brigit, who would cut off his balls and shove them down his throat if she saw one hint of that shit. The bitchy cattiness that came with club bunnies wasn’t found in our house, and the women rallied around each other as fiercely as the brothers.
If they thought Willa couldn’t handle things, they’d take her under their wing and try to toughen her up. I was looking forward to seeing her fake out the bikers and their women if they assumed she wasn’t strong enough to be with a Silver Saint.