Havoc (Storm MC 7)

“Well, I’m working on not doing it anymore.”

“So this whole idea to travel with him isn’t just to fit in with what he might want?”

I smiled. “I love how you worry about me. No, it’s about compromise. He doesn’t want me to change for him and I don’t want him to change for me. If he loves the nomad life, I’m willing to make some adjustments to my life for him. But like I said, who knows what he wants because we’ve yet to discuss it.”

She nodded. “Looks like that’s something you guys need to talk about.”

It was absolutely something we needed to talk about and it would be the topic of our conversation when he took me on a date that night.

* * *

I sat cross-legged on my bed and watched as Havoc lifted his T-shirt over his head. “Thank you for dinner,” I said, a little distracted by his muscles.

He dropped his shirt and reached for his belt buckle. With a frown, he said, “You didn’t eat much, darlin’. Are you not feeling well?”

His movements continued to distract me as he removed the rest of his clothes. I had to force myself to drag my gaze back to his. “I feel fine, I just wasn’t very hungry because I ate a huge lunch.”

A moment later, he positioned himself on the bed next to me and pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. His gaze dipped and he trailed a finger along my collarbone. “Why are you wearing clothes?” When we’d arrived home after our date, I’d changed into my favourite piece of clothing to wear to bed—one of his shirts.

I grabbed his finger and halted his progress. “Do you have any idea what your voice does to me when it sounds like that?”

His eyes met mine. “Sounds like what?”

“All gravelly. I’m surprised you don’t have more women lining up at your door with that voice.”

Those eyes of his flashed heat causing my belly to do somersaults. God, this man. He only had to look at me like that and talk to me in his I-wanna-do-bad-things-to-you voice and I would let him have his way, any way, with me. “I don’t want other women, angel. I only want you.”

I let his finger go. “That’s a good answer, romeo.” Our lips met and I pressed my body hard against his. My fingers threaded through his hair and I moaned as our tongues found each other.

I will never taste him enough.

Or have him enough.

He slid his hands down my sides and around to grip my ass. Pulling his mouth from mine, he rasped, “These clothes really need to come off.” As he said this, he hooked his fingers over my panties and forced them down.

I moved so he could remove them and then sat back down, loving the feel of his hands cradling my ass and his thumbs stroking my skin. “We need to talk,” I whispered.

Raising his brows, he said, “Really? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“You’ve only just started.”

“Like fuck I have. You wore that tight-as-hell dress to dinner. This started then, sweetheart.”

I grinned. “I’m surprised you managed to wait this long.”

“That makes two of us.”

“So you can wait a bit longer then. This is important.”

He moved his hands from under me and glided one up to hold my waist while the other rested on my thigh. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about us and about the fact you move around a lot. And I’ve been wondering what your plans are for that?”

His lips pressed together before he replied. “Settling back in Brisbane was never on the cards for me but everything’s changed since meeting you. Now I wanna be where you are. Problem is, I love being on the road so I’m not sure where that leaves us.” I loved his honesty and the way it bled into his voice. Havoc had gone from being closed off to me and anything a relationship between us could offer, to being willing to lay his feelings down and open himself up.

I ran my fingers along his arm. “Would you take me on the road with you?”

His brows pulled together. “That would be hard when your work is here.”