Outlaw (Evil Dead MC 1)

He slowly closed the distance between them. Stopping just in front of her, so close she had to look up at him. His hand closed over hers, stilling its movement.

Her eyes traveled over his bare chest, his arms hanging at his sides, the jeans unbuttoned showing the line of hair that ran from his navel and disappeared below his belt.

Cole watched her gaze move over him, and a ribbon of desire snaked through him. His hand withdrew from hers, and he made no further move to touch her. She was going to have to make the first move this time. Although considering she had just come to his room dressed in only a football jersey, maybe she was making the first move.

Angel hesitated, looking up at him.

His eyes darkened.

There was so much she didn’t know about him anymore. That girl she’d seen him with, was he with her? Was he with anyone?

He saw the uncertainty in her face. “You don’t need an excuse to come to me. You know that don’t you?”

She looked in his eyes. “Don’t I?” she asked in a whisper.

He shook his head. “No,” he murmured.

Her eyes skimmed over his muscles. My God, but he was beautiful.

He took a deep breath, letting her look her fill. “You gonna touch me with your hands the way you’re touching’ me with those eyes, sweetheart? Cause the anticipation is drivin’ me wild.” He took a step toward her, and she backed up. He followed until her back came up against the wall. He stared intently into her eyes. “Touch me.”

She stared back at him and swallowed. “I…I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

He watched the rise and fall of her chest as her breath quickened. His gaze moved back to her eyes. She was staring at his chest. “You want to. You know you do. I can see it in the way you’re lookin’ at me, Angel.”

She shook her head. “No, I should go. I—”

He slid his hands up on the wall on either side of her head, trapping her. “Look. See, no hands.” He stared down at her, their mouths just a few inches apart. “I won’t touch you. I promise.”

She turned her head, her nose practically touching his bicep. Her eyes followed along his arm, across his shoulder, up his neck to his eyes. “You’ll keep your hands on the wall?”

He held her gaze and whispered, “I swear.”

“No matter what?”

He grinned. What did she have in mind? “No matter what. Until you say different.”

She took a deep breath and reached up with both hands. She touched his wrists and moved her hands gently over his forearms, his biceps, and then his shoulders. She watched the muscles in his neck move as he swallowed. Her hands caressed his neck, one on either side, sliding up to cup his face.

His eyes slid closed, and he turned his face into the palm of her left hand, touching her the only way he could, rubbing against it, pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. He turned back and looked at her.

He dipped his head down to kiss her mouth, but she pulled back and shook her head. “Uh-uh. I’m in control this time.”

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, waiting.

She leaned in and kissed his neck right below his left ear.

He groaned, and his eyes slid closed. He tilted his head to the side, giving her more access. Her lips were soft, and then her tongue flicked out and touched his skin, and he groaned again. He felt her hands move down over his chest, and his eyes came open, and he looked down, watching her hands move over him. My God, he didn’t realize how difficult this was going to be. He already wanted to pull his hands away from the wall and pull her into his arms, wanted her body pressed up against his.

She bent her head and followed her hands with her lips.

His eyes slid shut again.

Her hands moved slowly down along his sides, and then across his stomach.

He instinctively sucked in as her ticklish touch moved to his navel, and then he opened his eyes and watched as her fingers followed the line of hair that disappeared into his jeans. His eyes connected with hers. He held them as she dropped her hands to his zipper and unzipped it. Then her hands slipped inside and pushed his jeans down. He wore nothing under them. She bent and pushed till they hit the floor. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Her hands trailed up his legs, and he sucked in his breath. She stood, her hands running along his bare hips, touching him everywhere but where he wanted her to touch him most.

He looked into her eyes. “You’re killing me, babe. Let me touch you.”

She smiled at him, enjoying the effect she was having on him, glad her touch was able to arouse him this much. She wanted to drive him wild with desire until he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It thrilled her to know the power she welded over him at this moment. “Not yet.”

She saw the muscles in his jaw move.