Biker Billionaire #2: The Mile High Club by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online

in front of me, his hard green-gray eyes lighting into me, his solid body a shield against the world, unafraid and unstoppable. I was turned on by the way he'd dragged me, shielded me, kept me going, calm all the while. There was also something running through me, a buzzing energy in my veins, a kind of fire that I couldn't slow or cool or control, a fire deep in my veins and burning in my belly. Shane's eyes fixed on mine, glittering in the shadows, pushed the fire down between my thighs, setting them to trembling.
    It was absurd, but nothing sounded so good at the moment as to feel Shane's hands on me. This was the wrong place, the wrong time, but I couldn't force it away.
    "Is it bad that I'm horny right now?" I asked, watching him through lowered eyelashes.
    He smirked and pressed his hips to mine. "No. It's a normal reaction to adrenaline. I'm always horny after a battle."
    "The battle is still happening," I said.
    "True," Shane said, closing the distance between our lips. "But it's moving away."
    "Shouldn't we be out there?"
    He didn't answer my question, just pressed his lips to mine, a soft and moist heat passing between us, a slow passion rising from the tingling touch of our mouths. Noise and fear and exhaustion drifted away, replaced by Shane's body against mine and his lips against mine and his hands on me. I lost myself in the kiss, vaguely aware of the hammering of my heart and the thudding of shells outside, the complete impracticality and utter improbability of the moment threading its way through my brain.
    We broke apart, and his eyes were crazed with need, his fingers digging into my waist. I felt his heart hammering in his chest. I knew it was crazy, totally ridiculous, but I wanted to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, rip our pants down and get him inside me.
    He saw it in my eyes, I saw it in his. We moved at the same time, caught up in the frenzy of adrenalinized ardor. His hands and mine moved in synch, unbuttoning the other's pants and shoving them down past our hips. I didn't get my pants all the way off, but managed remove a boot and free one leg.
    Shane lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He drove himself into me in a quick, hard plunge. I buried my mouth into his neck, biting at his jugular to stifle my scream. His hands were under my ass, holding me up effortlessly, lifting me up and dropping me down onto his slick, hard shaft in a frantic rhythm: lift-plunge, lift-plunge, lift-plunge.
    I was there, right at the edge from the very first stroke of his cock inside me. The danger of the moment, the realization that anyone could walk in at any moment, and not just see us, but potentially harm us, even kill us...it made it that much hotter, that much more erotic simply from the forbidden insanity of the moment.
    Shane twisted in place and pressed my back against the wall, and now we were facing so he could watch the entrance with one eye. I shoved against the rough grit of the wall with my spine to drive my hips down on him, and he was rising up on his toes to ram into me, slamming with not-quite-painful force using the strength of his legs and core.
    Our lips met again, and now the explosions were taking place inside me as well as beyond the wall, thunderous detonations rocking my body, causing me to clamp around him, arms and legs locking on his body with crazed, impassioned strength as my climax hit me. I screamed into his mouth, and now he was beginning to come, slowing his strokes as he unloaded into me, grunting against my lips, the sweat from our foreheads mingling, our cries merging, our orgasms blending.
    I was draped over his shoulders, my face next to his, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash movement near the doorway, a glint of skin. I reached down without thinking and drew one of Shane's pistols, pointing it at the doorway. I wasn't sure what came over me, what caused me to do it, but there it was, a pistol in my hand, pointing at another human being. Shane