Crow (Satan's Angels MC, Book 4) by Lily L. James

Author:Lily L. James [James, Lily L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Tarynn

I don’t think Crow had very many drinks at the club, but he seems happier now that we’re here. Less… or maybe it’s more. More outgoing. Less uptight. Free and easy and happy. I don’t know what it is, but it’s a little bit like he’s a completely different person.

Honestly? Who am I to talk?

Here I am, following him through the hotel, into the elevator, where we’ll end up in either his room or mine. I opened my legs for him at a strip club after getting a private lap dance from a beautiful woman. I kissed him an alley after I touched myself and he sucked my fingers clean. I had my hand on his erection all the way back here.

I might be in Sin City, where anything goes, but I don’t recognize myself either.

I reach into my bag and get my keycard out. Crow doesn’t protest. He hasn’t said anything since he got into the cab. He’s been silent this whole time, but I could hear how his breathing changed when I stroked him. He wants this as badly as I do. If I was anyone else, he might have taken me right there in the alley, up against the hard brick of that building, but, in deference to my feelings, he wanted this to be private.

He’d probably never say it out loud, but I think he wants this to be special for me.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I’m a virgin, and Crow is smart.

We stumble into the room together. He slams the door shut and I grab him. We nearly trip over all the bags of shopping that I’ve placed haphazardly all over the whole suite.

I kiss him, practically climbing him, whimpering and breathing like a wreck as my insides turn to liquid fire. I want this far too badly to have any inhibitions left. This is what a lifetime of restraint falling away looks like. I don’t care that we barely know each other. Alcohol or not, I’ve felt the chemistry sizzling, barely controlled, sine that first minute I spoke to him at Patti’s. It feels like an entire lifetime ago. Months. Years.

I tear my scrap of a shirt off, growling like an animal. I’m wearing an old bra. It’s hardly sexy. It doesn’t push anything up.

Crow’s mouth attacks my neck, teeth scraping over my skin, tongue hot and devouring. He tears at my bra straps, but stops with his hand on the back clasp.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please take it off.”

He cups my breasts as soon as the bra falls away. It feels so fucking good that my head slams forward. I kiss the side of his neck, licking as much of him as I can reach. He’s intoxicating, slightly salty, clean and fresh. All primal male.

Our hands explore each other, our mouths meeting, kissing and tasting, sucking and biting, until he stops by the bed, tearing away, a tortured expression on his hard face. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

Fuck! “No.

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