“Let’s compromise,” I replied. “How ’bout I get you off. I can feel how much you want it.”
I circled her clit again for emphasis, and Em shuddered.
“Unlock me and take off your pants,” she demanded.
I burst out laughing.
“You’re supposed to be a little more subtle about seducing me into letting you go.”
“I’m not really good with subtle,” she said. “How’s this . . . You want to get me off, right?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Do you want my hand on your dick while you do it?”
I swallowed.
“What do you think?”
“Here’s the thing . . .” she whispered. “I won’t pretend that getting away from here isn’t a high priority. But you can feel for yourself how wet I am for you.”
My finger twitched on her clit and she shivered.
“So,” she continued. “It’s your call—is it worth the risk to find out whether I’m messing with you? I’m sure a big, bad biker man like you is more than capable of defending himself from me. You’ve already proven how much stronger you are.”
She wiggled her butt as she spoke, cradling my c**k between those tight cheeks. Hell yeah, it was worth the risk—and you’ll be shocked to learn the little head made that particular call. I’m not an idiot—I knew she was playing games with me.
I just didn’t care.
I stood up and stripped quickly. Em watched at first, then turned her eyes away as I reached for my briefs. I considered leaving them on to make her more comfortable. Yeah, f**k that. I pulled them down, then crawled across the bed and lay over her, lowering my face down to hers, catching her lips with mine.
I didn’t bother with the sweet kisses. My c**k had been hard for a hell of a long time and the idea of her touching it was almost more than I could handle. Probably a good thing she still had her clothing on.
Otherwise I might just lose control and push deep inside.
I knew damned well that would be a huge mistake for any number of reasons. Not least of these was the fact that most people would consider it rape. Picnic Hayes would probably be among those people and he had enough reason to kill me already.
Fear of her father wasn’t why I was determined to hold back, though. Some small, rational part of me didn’t want her looking back and rewriting what happened between us, to believe I forced her. Since when did I give a shit about a woman’s regrets? I figured it was better not to consider that too carefully.
Em pulled free after a minute and nuzzled my neck.
“Unlock me,” she whispered.
Fuck it.
I reached up and unlocked her, bracing myself for an attack. Instead I felt her arms come around me, their delicious warmth tracing along my back toward my ass.
Shit, that felt good.
I kissed down her neck and then started unhooking that goddamned corset. It must’ve had thirty little fasteners. I’d always thought these things were hot as f**k, but my interest in them was fading fast.
“Let me,” she said softly. I looked into her eyes and they were all soft and full of need. “Roll off for a minute, okay?”
I rolled off her and she blushed, then turned away.
“I’ve already seen your tits, babe.”
“It’s a lot, Liam,” she said softly. “Just give me a sec, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, letting my eyes trail down her back. I really loved that little tramp stamp of hers. Tacky as hell, but I’d always been a sucker for them.
Nice to have a target.
“What does your tat say?”
She sighed heavily.
“It’s supposed to say ‘Forever,’” she said. “My sister and I got them one night not long after our mom died, that’s why the angel wings. We wanted it to be a memorial to her. I have to admit, we were a little drunk when we came up with it . . . It was a bad time in our lives. But the guy who did it was a f**king idiot. It actually means ‘squirrel.’”
“Shit,” I said, trying to hold back a snort of laughter. Thou shalt not laugh at the naked girl when she’s about to touch your cock. “Well, I guess nobody looking at it would know. How’d you find out?”
“When I went to college,” she said. “I did a semester over in Seattle. My roommate was Chinese, so she filled me in.”
“That sucks.”
“Not as much as my mom dying,” she muttered. She seemed to be struggling with the corset, and I was just about to ask her if she was okay when she rolled back and clocked me over the head with a heavy, hardback book.
Well f**k.
Really shouldn’t have let my little head do all the thinking.
CHAPTER FIVE
EM
It wasn’t the best of weapons.
A gun would’ve been nice, or a baseball bat. Maybe pepper spray.
Knife?
I knew how to use them all. For the most part, my dad drove me crazy growing up. He was overprotective, overbearing, controlling . . . paranoid. Just paranoid enough to spend a certain amount of time teaching his girls to look at anything and everything as a potential weapon.
Even books.
God bless Stephen King, because the hardback I’d found wedged between the wrought-iron headboard and the wall was f**king huge. It had obviously been back there for a hell of a long time, too. Totally covered with dust.
I didn’t feel a moment of guilt as I slammed it down onto Liam’s head, just savage satisfaction. I wasn’t under any illusion that this was a stellar escape plan. The odds were against me. But if I managed to hit him just right, I might be able to knock him out long enough to cuff him.