Outlaw MC Bear by Bella Love-Wins Page B

whole body exhaled as a giant chunk of tension flooded out of his system. Too bad it did nothing to subdue his erection.
    “What are you doing in there, duchess? Writing me a thank-you card?”
    There was a sarcastic huffing noise from the other side of the door. He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. Still fidgety, he riffled through his pockets and waited. Then he popped a mint into his mouth and snagged a cigarette from his pack. That was nervous energy. It kind of canceled out the mint, but the more he had to do with his mouth, the better. Better to keep his thoughts on anything other than what he could do with his lips after he’d ripped his sweatpants off her sweet little ass and went south of the border. He vaguely wondered what she’d taste like and gulped, closing his eyes to suppress the thought.
    Bad idea.
    A vision of her naked body sprawled out on the flannel sheets of his king-size bed nearly brought him to his knees, and his inner bear stood at attention with a bass roar that took his breath away. He bet her nipples would be perky and pink, dainty…fucking hot.
    Dammit.
    This was fucking hopeless.
    “Silas, do you make a habit of rescuing women? Is this like a stray puppy kind of thing, or am I your first unwilling captive at the clubhouse?”
    Silas jerked back away from the wall at the sound of her voice, as though he’d been caught doing something nasty. He brushed at his face, yelping in surprise when he realized he’d forgotten about the cigarette jammed between his lips. The damn thing and sent sparks and ash raining down all over his boots and the wooden hallway floor.
    “Smooth, real smooth,” he muttered. The smoke was still between his lips as he stamped out any possible embers that could lead to a hell of a lot of embarrassment.
    “Sorry, what?” she asked.
    He got himself together again, taking one last, long drag of smoke into his lungs so he could focus.
    “Uh, give me a sec,” he breathed out with the smoke, stepping down the hall to discard of the cigarette butt before returning to her door. “I don’t make a habit of it, sugar…or of talking to chicks through a closed doorway.”
    Pleasing the hell out of their bodies is a different story.
    He kept that bit to himself, savoring the mixture of mint and nicotine on his tongue. Mints always made the beast inside of him take a beat. He’d never questioned it. Just kept a tin of mints in his leathers at all times.
    “Well,” she said, popping her freshly scrubbed face out the now half-open door with a mischievous grin. “Maybe you weren’t raised by wolves after all.”
    Wolves, no.
    Bears, yes.
    Sabrina looked completely different without makeup. Younger. Happier. Still sexy as hell. A part of him wanted to think he had something to do with those vibes she was putting out there for him to pick up.
    “You good?”
    He took a deep breath, which was the wrong thing to do because he caught a whiff of their scents mixed together on his clothes. Woodsy floral and musk. A clear image of sunshine streaming through a wooded glade tunneled to the forefront of his mind. Her naked figure frolicking through low-hanging branches, with him in light pursuit. Her ass bent over a log as he pounded into her from behind, both of his hands grasping her perky, perfect breasts. The little giggle she’d make when he slapped her ass.
    Sabrina. Hot. Wet. Calling his name.
    She should not have opened the door. His first instinct was to push her back into the bedroom and get her down on the bed. He even took two huge steps forward so they were inches apart before he registered what he’d done. She was looking up at him with a question mark on her face, eyes wide, and her lovely lips slightly parted until she took a step back again.
    “Yo-you-your eyes…” she stuttered.
    There wasn’t time to answer her, or do anything else for that matter.
    A loud rumble burst through the clubhouse, making the whole foundation quake and undulate beneath