Chapter 7
CENTURY
Ikicked the door shut behind us and turned the lock with Saylor still wrapped around me. The room swallowed the sound from downstairs, muffling the clubhouse until all I could hear was her breathing, the soft hitch of it against my neck, and the blood pounding hard in my own ears.
I wanted her under me with that dark hair spread over my pillow and those leather pants gone so I could finally see every inch I’d been imagining all night.
But the smell of fuel and hot rubber clung to our clothes, and if I got her on that mattress right now, I wasn’t sure I’d have enough restraint left to give her the first time she deserved.
I carried her straight into the bathroom instead, setting her on the counter beside the sink while she blinked at me with heated eyes and kiss-swollen lips. The sight of her perched there damn near ruined the plan before it started.
I reached into the shower and twisted the water on full, steam billowing over the tile as I shrugged out of my cut and tossed it through the open bathroom door onto the chair.
My shirt followed, dragged off from behind my neck and thrown after it, and when I turned back, Saylor’s gaze was locked on my chest like she’d forgotten how blinking worked.
I let my mouth curve because the look on her face was too good not to enjoy. Her eyes moved over me, and she looked hungry. Not even pretending she wasn’t affected.
My cock jerked hard behind my zipper, and I had to plant one hand on the counter beside her hip before I gave in and shoved myself between her thighs. “You objectifying me, Miss Everett?”
Her eyes snapped back to mine, her cheeks going pink even while her mouth twitched. “You’re the one who took your shirt off in front of me.”
A laugh scraped out of me, appreciating how she had sass even when she was flustered and sitting on my bathroom counter like every filthy thought I’d ever had in one neat, tempting package.
I moved between her knees and let my hands settle on the outside of her thighs. “Careful, baby. Or I’m gonna start misbehaving just to see how much I can make you blush.”
Her breath caught, and her cheeks infused with color, but there was heat and amusement in her hazel-green eyes. Then her gaze flicked past me to the shower, drifted toward the open bathroom door and the bed beyond, before bouncing back to the steam gathering behind my shoulders.
Confusion creased her brow, and I watched her put the pieces together without finding the one that mattered.
I cupped her face with one hand and popped the button of her leather pants with the other, letting my knuckles brush the warm skin beneath her waistband as her lips parted.
“We’ll get on the bed soon enough. But first, I’m washing the track off both of us, and then I’m taking my time with you because I have a feeling you’re gonna need it before you can take me. ”
She blinked up at me, her brows pulling together like she’d heard the words but not the meaning behind them. The innocence in that look had my grip tightening at her waist.
I slid my fingers beneath her chin, holding her steady so she couldn’t look away. Then I leaned down and ran my nose along her jaw. “Are you a virgin, baby?”
Her body jerked, and if I hadn’t already had one hand at her chin and two fingers hooked in the front of her waistband, she would’ve pulled back far enough to hide. I released her jaw, letting my expression soften just enough to take the sting out without cooling the heat between us.
Her cheeks were blazing now, the pretty pink turning darker under my stare, and I had to force my eyes not to drop to see how far that blush went beneath her tank.
Instead, I kept my focus on her face, brushing one finger over the hot curve of her cheek while my other hand stayed exactly where it was, holding her close.
“Suspected it the first time I said something dirty and your cheeks turned this deep, pretty shade of red. Then you’d kiss me like you wanted to climb inside my skin, but the second I pushed a little harder, you got that look in your eyes.”
“What look?”
“The one that said you wanted more and didn’t know exactly what it meant yet.
” I leaned in, brushing my mouth over hers, keeping the kiss brief even though she tried to follow.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby.
But I need to know before I put my hands on you the way I’ve been dying to all fucking week. ”
She searched my face like she expected to find disappointment or hesitation there. When she didn’t, the tension in her shoulders eased a fraction even though her cheeks stayed flushed.
Her fingers lifted, and she traced the speedometer in my tattoo before flattening her hand over my heartbeat. The contact sent a heavy pulse through my cock, and I ground my back teeth together because one innocent palm on my skin should not have felt like a match dropped into gasoline.
“It really doesn’t bother you if I’m a virgin?”
“No.” Nothing about her being untouched bothered me.
If anything, the knowledge punched straight to the place in me that wanted to carve my name into her life so deep no other man could ever reach her.
“It just means I don’t have to hunt down any motherfuckers and kill them for putting their hands on my woman. ”
She giggled, but the sound trailed off when she caught my expression. I wasn’t entirely joking, and she read enough of that truth in my face to make her lips part around a softer breath.
I kissed her again before she could ask whether I meant it, my hand sliding from her cheek to the back of her neck while the other slipped beneath the waistband of her pants and under the edge of her panties.
The second my fingers reached the slick heat between her thighs, a groan tore out of my chest.
She was soaked for me.
I broke the kiss just enough to look down at her, breathing harder now, the steam thickening around us while my hand stayed exactly where it was. “You been this wet for me all night?”
Saylor bit her bottom lip with a nod, and I nearly lost my mind.
My fingers slid through her again, gathering the evidence of just how badly she wanted me, and her hips gave the smallest helpless roll into my touch.
That movement lit me up. The urge to bend her over the counter, tear those leather pants down, and bury myself inside her until she screamed my name hit so hard, I had to drag air through my nose.
I wasn’t gonna take her fast and rough in a damn bathroom before she was ready. But every slick little sound under my hand was testing that decision like she’d been built specifically to destroy my self-control.
“Good thing I didn’t know. Because I would’ve found the nearest locked room at that speedway and taken your cherry right there. Then I’d have felt like a bastard afterward for giving you that kind of first time.”
Her mouth curved in a shy little challenge that went straight to my dick. “I probably wouldn’t have minded.”
I smirked because she was brave enough to say it but innocent enough not to fully understand what she was asking for.
“Trust me, baby, you would’ve been cursing me for days and probably considering never letting me between these pretty thighs again.
” I eased my hand from her panties, making her whimper at the loss, then dragged my thumb along her bottom lip because the pout that formed there was dangerous.
“As much as I hate it, the first time is gonna hurt.”
She rolled her eyes, trying to recover some of that sass even while her breathing stayed unsteady. “Yeah, I know, but—”
I caught her wrist to guide her hand straight to the front of my jeans, and her words died instantly.
Her palm landed over my cock, and even through denim, the size and hardness of me registered fast. Her lips formed a perfect little O that made the filthy part of my brain start listing all the things I wanted to do with that mouth.
My hips pushed into her hand before I could stop them, a small flex that pulled a rough sound from my throat. Her fingers curled just slightly, and I had to close my eyes for half a second to pull myself together.
“It’s not just about popping that sweet cherry.
I’m a big guy, and your tight little pussy is gonna need attention before it can handle my size.
” Her breath caught at my bluntness, and my cock throbbed beneath her hand as if it liked hearing me explain exactly what was coming.
“I don’t have the self-control to do that in bed yet. Not with you looking at me like this.”
“Like what?” she whispered.
“Like you want me to ruin every good intention I’m hanging on to.
” I slid my hand back between her thighs, pushing beneath the open front of her pants again, and stroked through her wet folds with one finger.
Her body shuddered so hard, her hand tightened over my cock, and a soft, high sound escaped her throat before she could swallow it.
“Fuck, listen to you. It’s gonna make things easier with you this drenched for me, but I’m still gonna get you ready until you’re begging. ”
She trembled under my hand, and I pulled away before I forgot every damn word I’d just said.
My boots hit the tile as I stepped back, and I stripped down fast, shoving my jeans down and kicking them aside before I could think too much about her watching me.
I left my boxers on because that thin piece of black cotton was the last thread of my sanity.
It didn’t hide much, especially not with how hard I was, but it kept one small barrier between my cock and the woman I wanted pinned to the shower wall.
The look on her face nearly killed me. There were nerves there, but they were buried under curiosity and a dazed hunger that made my chest feel too tight.