Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Eva’s heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a cage. Her fingers curled into Jake’s cut. Her mouth, after the initial shock, slipped open. His tongue found hers, and she made a sound in her throat.
“Kiss me,” he murmured.
She hadn’t realized she wasn’t kissing him, but she did now. Ravenously.
In the back of her head, she kept telling herself this had to stop. She did not need to encourage him. It was crazy to encourage him.
Not to mention she had no clue what to do with him if she did.
She couldn’t let this happen. Couldn’t promise things she was unable to deliver.
But he tasted so good, a little like beer, a little like mint. His body against hers was hard and big, but he didn’t scare her. He should because he was a badass biker and she didn’t like that type, but he didn’t.
Why? Because he’d shown concern? Because he was a lifeline to the outside?
She was still processing everything he’d told her.
He hadn’t figured out who she really was.
If he knew she was Heather Collier’s little sister—the shy, plump, mousy little sister who’d smiled shyly at him when he’d been in her class or she’d taken him a drink—well, he wouldn’t be kissing her, that’s for sure.
But he was kissing her and even though she should make him stop—because she didn’t like bikers and never would—she told herself she could enjoy it for just a few more moments. She could pretend this was still high school and sexy Jake Ryan had noticed her. Chosen her.
He put a broad hand on her hip and tugged her in close. She gasped as his thick cock pressed against her. A thrill of shock and apprehension slid through her.
She was not prepared to deal with this, and certainly not in the middle of one of the Brothers of Sin’s bacchanalias. And if Brandon found out? Dear God. She didn’t like to think what that meant for her, or for Jake.
Jake’s fingers squeezed her hip, the other hand he’d threaded into her hair tightened—and then he let her go. Just like that, he pushed her gently away and stepped back. She zeroed in on his mouth—that beautiful, sexy mouth—and felt a sting in her heart because the kiss was over.
“W-why did you do that?”
His gaze slid down her body. “Why wouldn’t I?
Probably shouldn’t have, but I want you to know you can trust me.
I’m hard as stone, aching for you, but I’m walking out of here because I don’t believe you really want to take it to the next level right now.
You won’t fuck a Brother because your art’s more important.
I’m not one of them, but I respect that.
” He shook his head. “I won’t push you to do more.
Gotta go now. But damn, girl, I wish I could stay. ”
He was gone before she could manage to find her voice.
All these years she’d protected herself, protected her heart and her body, treating her life like it was an instrument designed for one purpose. Revenge.
Yet a single kiss from a sexy biker had her tied up in knots.
Had her wishing that everything could be different.
But it couldn’t. She was here to bring down the Brothers, to ruin Brandon Cox—and she couldn’t let anything or anyone stop her. Not this Ian Black guy, and not Jake Ryan. She’d called the FBI, and it scared her every damn day that she had.
But she had to see this through. Her anonymous tip wasn’t enough to do anything to these assholes.
She needed more information, and she intended to get it. Somehow.