Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) by Michelle Woods

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    “I can’t believe that you just said that.” She growled, staring at him with fire in her eyes.
    “Believe it. Now, let’s head upstairs. What were you doing down here anyway?” Tank asked, walking towards her where she stood watching him in disbelief.
    “What… I was…you can’t really say something like that to a woman. You do know that, right? Women are quite capable of taking care of themselves. I don’t need a man to take care of me.” Annie stuttered out, after she finally got her thoughts settled.
    “That’s debatable. Come on let’s go upstairs , and you can tell me what you were doing down here while I make dinner.” He said, taking her arm to guide her up the stairs. Annie was so angry at his audacity that she allowed him to guide her. When they were in the kitchen again she jerked her arm free from his grasp, and turned to glare at him.
    “I will not be treated like a child who doesn’t know how to behave. You will underst…uff” Annie was cut off from her tirade when Tank pulled her to him and set his mouth crashing onto hers. At first she resisted, but then his tongue teased her lips seeking entrance, and with a moan she allowed it. Her senses exploded with need, his tongue thrust past her lips, caressing her mouth with deep long strokes that made her want to rip their clothes off and fuck him on the kitchen floor.
    Tank growled, trusting his tongue inside her mouth roughly. Damn, he wanted her naked, now. He slid his hands up to cup her breasts. She withered against him. Making him want to growl again. He kissed her deeper, already addicted to the taste of her sweet honeyed lips. She thrust her hands into his hair, pulling him to her wildly, making him clench his fingers around her breasts, squeezing them. Then he was trying to remove the shirt she was wearing. His hands were sliding under the silky top, as she moved her hands to the bottom of his.
    Annie was on fire, she’d wanted Tank since the moment she’d watched him prowl towards her on the side of the road, and her anger wasn’t making her want him any less. Angry sex was always hot, she thought. And she was angry, he was a pig, a male chauvinistic pig. But a fucking hot one. She moaned as his figures made short work of her bra and his hands closed over her breasts. His fingers teasing her nipples, pinching them roughly. His mouth slid down her neck nipping and sucking as he raised her shirt.
    Tank closed his mouth over her right nipple, his fingers working the other one roughly. Her cries as she held his head to her breast, making him groan. He lifted her moving her to the counter and setting her down. He continued to suck at her breast, his tongue circling her nipple, his teeth lightly teasing it. His hands moved to pull her to the edge of the counter. Her legs wrapped around him hips, and he settled against her.
    Annie moaned in pleasure , her body was on fire. He was so damned sexy, and fuck he was making her burn hotter than any other man had ever managed. He’d barely touched her, and she was ready to go up in flames from the lust he inspired. She clutched at his shoulders, as he sucked her breast into his wet mouth. He was making her mindless. When he’d lifted her to the counter she’d been surprised. Most men wouldn’t be able to lift her, she wasn’t huge, but she was no light weight. She’d always wanted a man who could carry her around with ease. It was sexy. She felt him pulling her to the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around him, wanting him closer, and naked. Naked would be good.
    Tank heard the annoyingly shrill ring of his phone. Damn it, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to take off her pants, and fuck her on his counter. Only he knew he had to answer the damned phone. It pissed him off. He pulled back slightly looking at her on his counter. She was leaning back slightly with her abundant breasts bare, and her eyes glazed with passion. Fuck. That was a damned sexy look. He stared for a